Saturday, June 27, 2009

summer juice



You stood in the kitchen
Juicing time
Your busy hand covered with pulp
Offered me a glass of the yellow summer juice
And I drank it.
It was warm in my mouth
Like butter or cake
It tumbled down
Like the butterflies in my stomach
And I curled my toes
And I squeezed my eyelids
And they looked like raisins
And I tilted back my head
And sighed.

You stood at the bus stop
Breathing words
Your lips dripping with letters
Offered me a yellow summer story and
I ate it.
It was sticky in my mouth
Like peanut butter or cheese
It slid down my spine
Like a shiver
And I curled my toes
And I squeezed my eyelids
And they looked like thoughts
And I tilted back my head
And smiled.

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