Tuesday, March 26, 2013

poem of the day 03.26.13


like a ripe peach baking
in the summer sun

she says
you can eat me
to the other girl

but the other girl curls up her face
and says

you probably taste like shit

she laughs

honey, you got it all wrong
i taste sweet, she says

like sugar

like a ripe peach baking
in the summer sun.
                                    

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