Hold the straight pins in your mouth; (their pastel heads glimmer in teeth-light.)
This is God’s honest truth,
which is also a pit full of
arsenic nestled inside
my peaches, cyanide
in the white stars of
my apples, those
poisonous little pits
of cherries shining
like wet stones in
my eyes.
you never cease to fill me with wonder
I really love this one. I don't even know why. Maybe it's a spiritual thing? Anyway, it's beautiful.
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you never cease to fill me with wonder
I really love this one. I don't even know why. Maybe it's a spiritual thing? Anyway, it's beautiful.
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