Farmer’s market dream–
orange melon burrowed in someone’s
strangled in a choice between
licking you, eating a bee, or
touching myself and cursing–
did we ever meet?
I think I’ll buy this pumpkin.
Filed under poetry
haha. I really enjoyed this. I live in the middle of farm land and we don’t have a farmers market oddly enough.
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