Everlasting Taste

I took my ribbon from the television
and I laid flat on the carpet
watched the ceiling be nothing,
then tied it to the sky.
I put on my rubber boots and took a seahorse from
the box of hopeful granola bars.
When I stepped on the scale
it tipped me an amount servers would be overjoyed with.

Shit.

Overload,like that time on the microwave
when I just wanted to heat my chocolate bar
and left it in it’s gold tinfoil
but blew up blue flames
and I ate soup chocolate anyways
because the shape of something
even our hearts
doesn’t make the taste of Love any different.

 

One comment on “Everlasting Taste

  1. Creative writing at its best. Love the words and imagery you choose for this poem. ๐Ÿ™‚ Excellent! ๐Ÿ™‚

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