a little hat
for my pinky finger
or a thick blanket
for a chocolate chip
the color of love and roses
and hatred and blood
and my tongue
I want to pick two
from a low bush
just a little ways off the path
and drop one into her hand
and the other into my mouth
and find out if it is blissfully sweet
or blindingly sour
but I worry
I’ll find a bug inside
and drop it
and shriek
leaving my voice rasping
but my soul merry
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