Friday, July 24, 2015

He traded me for a milkshake,
Swallowed with his mouth open so I could see
Ice cream melting on his tongue,
Creamy white rolling over his taste buds
Like a cud.

He had traded me thus
Many times
And now, finally today,
He saw me through a different lens,
And wished, as he slurped,
But was unable to do anything else.

-jenn

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