my mother says that it was
carnation not
chrysanthemum
whatever the case
you were smart
to wrap it in newspaper
and foolish
to stick the paper together with
scotch tape -
what did you think that is made of?
you were also foolish
to give me
the best conversation
i've had over a coffee table
i think i felt god eye me once
peering from behind
that blue mug of 'regular' coffee
you were foolish because
this conversation has wrapped itself
around my heart -
without any scotch tape, mind you -
and will stay there forever
now all my conversations across
coffee tables
will be measured against this.
our conversations over coffee tables
ReplyDeletecannot be measuredpouredperceivedunderstood
into any scalevesselperceptionmind
because in this story
the heart blurts out freely
and the heart receives it truly
and every time they leave the coffee table
a new heart is born
within the two hearts
dearest,
ReplyDeletegirl with baking soda in your hair
now i know u live in a sonoma garden
heheh. i am so tired.
ReplyDeleteyou're talking about fornicating hearts. a strange mind you have.
heheh. i love you.