I wish you would make that face.
That face that looks like a pineapple
so sensitively striking.
You’re right in the middle of coconut
milk and vinegar.
It was September 2nd and all the peanut
shells were scattered in the sanctuary.
We ate a lot of peanuts that day. I had
been slow to
anger.
Right now you’re a stale bagel and
I’m the fresh cream cheese. I can’t be
spread
anymore. I’m sorry for forgetting
the ingredient shipment. I promise to
forever be your servant.
Mary Ann Samyn
My Life in
Heaven
“Shark Shark
Shark, or Whatever It Is That You Want Next”
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