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I sniffed you, strange wildflower
On cafeteria tray —
Uprooted, unexpected.

My lips found your bittersweet
Chocolate chip cookies
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Below carrots stumps
To crumble
Be devoured.

We soaked up our milk
Split yesteryears ‘n tears
With buttery assurance
Of fresh broken bread.

I found a new self
In cheese-crusted quiche
While old lovers disfigured
In surprise pot pies.

Tell me, do you think
Our love will flow free
And endless like Mountain Dew
And soft serve ice-cream?