running around in my gut
for a while.
time, shortened
by needle pricks, waits
for no one
and this poem was
just not ready.
it's about this great
improbable love
i feel for you.
an apple, skin broken,
flesh popping with juice
as teeth joyfully cringe.
an ancient cedar tree,
stuck out of a
limestone cliff face,
something to hold on
to when I fall.
because we all do.
a vase, filling with water,
just before the flowers
sink.
a crocodile's tolerance
of the bird that cleans its teeth.
it hurts to realize how
much i love you.
like a lost meal it hurts.
but it hurts worse to
imagine life without you.
i would have no teeth
for this apple.
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