minted yellow drops
sweet and douce
I was trying to write a poem about
salmon and lemon papillote recipe.
He loves to eat; eat salmon, cod, tuna and shrimp
am I in love with him?
there’s 900+ photos in this whatsapp folder
they’re all gobsmacked
haha, yeah that’s a word. it is!
I said go away and he left and i
he left —!
that was sad and stupid and unfair
just couldn’t explain the
empty crackle of a blank bluetooth
i love his face
that glistening emerald green
shirt and blue sea
a warmth that radiates
through plastic mirror screens;
if I even try —
am i trying? or should i?
he’s my sun, he makes me shine
my sun and not “my son”
— i always think of that
but i can see through the melting gray gloom
i’m laughing at how lame i am
i can see back the first days and
last days i don’t want to see;
there are some surprises i want to save
in a locked up board of my
that tiny gray icon on the corner
minty walls & white pillows in
chevron and damask