was the kind of soda I wanted to drink.
Maybe I couldn't find his flavor in
the Midwest soda fountains...
Maybe I wasn't careful enough in those moments at
the end of a thought.
Where there's that millisecond of a pause.
belief or its antibody takes space...
Maybe. Maybe not.
Knot as in sailor knots tied just so, as the ins hold the outs
and the ups
hold the downs.
Just so it's up and in, knot down and out.
And sew on and so
And who is he and his soda pop love?
forgetting, what fruit juice where we drinking at the same
I'd like to buy a vowel please...
He will know what comes next.
I wonder if he has a heart on right now.
I have a heart pin. I'd
let him wear it...
Does he know who he is?
Does he know who I am?
hope he can remind me because the forgetting is not for
the getting anymore for
I call back crystal-clear clarity...
I want to remember the soft skin on
the inner side of his forearm.
I want to recall the shimmer on his tongue when
he laughs full spread, and the sound his navel makes
when I put my ear to it.
Even if these are future memories, I just want to
I want to touch his heart from across the room, across the
And maybe he was the pop in all the soda.
The whole reason soft drinks were so...
And now he will taste
all flavors of amazing because I know the absence of his
equals complementary. Appreciation can stream in strong
when one realizes what
they've been missing...
I'd like to trade a consonant, please...
"m" in missing for a "k".