wood chips

 

the times i love you so much i start loving myself by reflection : of your toys : in samantha’s 

american eyes : the dental mirror : when i examine your blond curls discovering not only yogurt 

but my own helixes : i soften at the altar of your belly offering giggles for prosperity : i drop a 

calendar on your head as i twirl it : you grow molars and learn to walk backwards while laughing 

: to speak to dogs and small owls : you teach an umbrella to gather wood chips from large 

puddles : i see myself : stomping in pink saucony’s