Saturday, March 5, 2016

sugar water, placebo and simple syrup

if my accent seems sweet
it is because you do not know better
if this leads you to believe
anything besides sweet suffering
I invite your heart to sit next to me

here, I am sorting through the clovers
they keep coming up in three
I smell my fingers
the only thing I know is me
and the way the weeds and flowers smell

I wish nothing more than to find
a lucky token
that is why I am so good at finding pennies,
nickels, dimes, quarters, and lost things
I am actually good at finding every thing

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