April 28, 2012 § 1 Comment
“She is gorgeous,
Fun times with a round face that smacks itself
close relatives are
all nose and cheeks breaking into a slice of moon faced pie
(have this coin in nest of proud chins)
Her-s is some kind of sunny side up quiche: mine simply
torte. A retort. A crust.
Some sweet, angry tart fruit: small window to ripen to bliss. Blue shadows smile out in burr season:
but butted chins part amicably:
hungry but full of different pies and piss.
Hold her meringue in my shaking hands and say:
so “eggy perked”
sugar used to squeeze height out of it all and
I’m whipping mine into rolling waves and obliques
look at what a shape this is:
a circle to live in!
(and a box
How fun it is not to explain a GODDAMN THING,
(try, stop. punnet chins.)
She: married, Me: