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(giftorange)
how can something so opposite taste
of sweet raspberries
i picked off the thorns
barefoot backyard summers.
it should be a prerequisite
to friendship.
smells like christmas and
pine forests and horse dust.
touches like dragon scales
like floating pumpkin seeds
in a bowl.
forbidden like lipstick
cookie dough and sandals.
maybe i would drop it off a building
(if i could catch it at the bottom and bite it)
you're shy? he said.
i can answer that.
-amanda johns