The best gesture of my brain is less than
your eyelids’ flutter which says
we are for each other
– E. E. Cummings, since feeling is first
You know, on second thought, gum would be perfection.
– Chandler Bing, Friends
::
it’s sticky,
this one. couldn’t
get it off my
(inky fingers)
mind, and then you
winked and i blinked
and it was gone.
if i am a lucky
bum, and chew on it
awhile, it will come
again and smile at me.
or so i’m
told,
though it might just
get a chokehold
on my
(wayward)
muse if i do
not tread softly.
muddled, rum
-bled, it’s trouble.
we open veins
and watch the words
bubble
-gum bum into phrase,
sticky picky things
that have often long
lost their flavor.
we favor flutter.
of eyes, of leaves.
of ruffled trees that say
we might click and clack
and bark another day.
PAD, day 25.
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