POEM A DAY 2012
seven poems, seven days, seventh month
Wednesday, January 4, 2012
MAGIC PLANTS
I’ve always called it carbonation,
but is it MSG?
Once love was liquor, and heartbreak salt.
Then trays of champagne, shallow.
Until we called them flutes.
Colliding, kissing
over and over and
over again.
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