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KEEP SWEET
An imagainary order in which we have grown our blushing cheeks
WH questions were simply misunderstood by the vacationers relaxing on the front porch
Midday ice-tomato-basil juice, a sprinkle of salt and pepper, smiles were stretching over the high fence
Who could tell, a dessert eagle scouts for mice running into “in case they find us” storage bunkers
Many feet, twisted, turned into the different degrees of the mind, murmuring to know a sense of self
Suspicious even troubling heartbeats upon the most intimate hug, monsters under the bed
Stories to be told and skirts to unfold into candy boxes, maybe money leftovers, what a world.
Keep sweet, no matter what.
Now suck this applepie aunty made for you.
Not hungry, is not an answer.
Keep sweet.
