Two candy apples
in an opaque glaze
pussyfoot as eyes
across the dance floor of your face
then crunch in a sugar bowl
after being bought by
a fourth-grader at a carnival

You give me
gingivitis of the heart
but it's only temporary

I dreamt of your midsection
as an oboe
being played
by Thelonious Monk
even though Monk don't deal in woodwinds
the whole time you were chanting, dumbfounded,
in a sour Japanese tongue

And the whole time
I was writing this
you were steaming milk
for strangers in sweatpants!

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