like a strawberry caught in a palmful of chocolate, if i say to you, you are a
constellation of lilies & the coffee beans hide under your tongue when your
mouth is caught on another mouth & your eyes are distant like sugar strewn
blueberries, glutenous yet anti-diabetic & they love me like they’ve loved me
before & before they loved me, they forgot me, like time is warped & we are
moving in reverse, so we were never strangers because strangers don’t need to
be forgotten & i know you spit out your coffee beans under the bed next to
your most expensive pair of shoes yet & yet the chocolate over the strawberry
cracks for you so if you say to me, i’m the star sitting in the middle of the sky—
i am, i am—
Written by. Berrs (Editor)
Painting by. Armand Guillaumin (Crozant, solitude, 1915)
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