a minor repellent that would never stop
the most determined
like parental threats
dried and delicate-
but not yet
to be dead
like the paper-thin shell of what used to be
still remain to hurt you in
the rattling of seeds in the pod-
keep time to the breath of
it invites you to play a game-
he loves me he loves me not
but where will it end if the answer is both?
and now you only want to write about your
bread and coffee
how it crunches and chews and mostlyhow it fills the places only gluten and caffeine and love can fill.