we eat ice cream
and say things
that don’t matter,

s c a t t e r
her to the setting sun.



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2 Responses to tuesday

  1. I love this poem. Every day deserves one. I love that she’s lowercased, emphasizing her sunset death.

  2. Every day’s a great day for ice cream and for saying things that don’t matter. Because it all does, of course.

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