gut punch laugh

She gave me chocolates
and then kicked me out

in the kitchen
I settled for the cardamom pods

smelled its cleansing quality
thought of ways I could manipulate
it ,
grind it,
tuck it,
blind it,
make it what I want it to be

I kept looking,
and then found the moment of realization
poetry minute,

from the corner of my eye I see
someone getting
struck in the chest
and look down with
honey dripping
eyelashes

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