Watering over me like I’m a
pebble
protruding my bones like you’re a
nail
and I’m not surprised
if the flow dries in the end:
my bones break
you rust
we fall
the pit, the gait, the ball
shrines and prayers over and easy
“So lovely, so chubby!”
easy there, honey.
Tunnelling through me like they’re a
carnival
repelling my gaze like I’m an
antibiotic
and a bionic aftermath of conversations between expats:
desperate to avoid
the ex- the path-
come into the tub, lost kitty
easy, paws in, that’s right, honey.
I want it to be short and bitter
long and forgivable like wildfire
bloated but refined, for there’s so much
to remember
and so little that is kind, my sugar
a taste of premature cones
like a bilingual bee surrounded by honey
easy, little pie, wait your turn.
Roaming passed me like I’m an
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collecting my teeth like you’re a
fairy
wiggling your tail, your fingers, your wand
tethering your eyes, your tongue, your mind
Collecting is easy, you see
But honeycombs
get full quickly,
honey.