1.
yes, that moment when
the page and all its
silver shakings come
together. oh, icing on
is white, is indentable
for decoration. stars,
stars, and flowers, oh
my sweet sky, how
you sparkle.
2.
how much can it change
and still be? raw, sprouted,
free from. But still the crunch
of sweetness, still
the – bite into it – elation.
3.
if I read another 100 pages then
I can — if I finish this paragraph
then tea – if you are also at the library
then shall we — if the review is done
I’ve earned it. If I’ve eaten the cake,
then sugar is what powers — and our
conversation is the — the precise
swirl of buttercream, that — in this essay I
read the words scattered in poppyseeds.
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