milk
is on the fringe
bat my eyelashes,
grin;
soap
is in the holes
drain the tub-ub
and smile
sometimes
that upside-down
harp,
makes the sound
of an inner dry cry
makes the sound
of an innocent girl
trying to hide.
milk,
is on the fringe
hold his gaze;
dazed.
soap,
is in the holes
drain tub-ub
and smile.
he mentions
time
he mentions
Rapport
he mentiones
goete
he mentions
wanderlust
and now and then
philosphy
“oh, I didn’t mean
it”
you said,
“you know me;
I said it
because
you were standing on
my smile”
(my smile)
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