Monday, January 7, 2013

winterfall something lost behind what (numbers have lost their meaning)

Talk about the hip here
and how salting the skin
reminds you of chasing
the ice cream truck down
the block.

It doesn't make sense
to me but I remember
how rocket popsicles
left me sticky and bluelipped
         and how even then
they reminded me of you.

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