The crunchy sound

  

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Chocolate 

Hershey kiss

twisted up

tight in the

foil that

hurts your

teeth if you

chew it. 

Do you rip

into it

crunching up

the skin and

string inside,

or let it lay

pretty in a 

bowl?

How I wish my 

own skin was as

easy to peel

off and toss

aside to 

reveal only

the delicious 

parts of me.

Scattered Canvas

Paintings wedged 

in cracks,

hidden under

tables and chairs.

Faces that haven’t

been met with

eyes since 

my own declared

them ugly, trash 

no good.

And as I lay

here now thinking

of all these canvases

I’ve covered, 

I feel a shame?

a sadness?

an emptiness?

for painting faces

that will only

see the grain

of the hardwood

floors.

Coffee

Morning coffee

swirls

down my body,

I imagine much

like the hazelnut

creamer that

whips, flows,

lightening

the cup.

And I’ll say

I feel nervous

about

this

that

whatever, but

I can’t help

the smile on my

face as my

cup of coffee

makes me think

of you.