She is pumpkin brain,
gossamer flesh.
I am mouth agape,
tongue cherry Slurpee red.
Ideas woven with flimsy threads.
She is an emerald-eyed milkmaid,
lovesick protagonist.
I am the anime,
the cheeks streaked with
lemon-sour tears.
She is smurf-like melancholy,
Pepto Bismol pink.
I am a citrus chapstick kiss,
fruity gum bubble
on the verge of popping.
She is a flowering hedge,
the glimmer in a cat's eyes.
I am childhood stains
on an off-white canvas.
The lukewarm air.
She is the story of which
I am the narrator.
@ Age 93 by Jackie Chou | Sandalwood Poetry Reed Diffuser Set
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