Cut outs

You … walking through bra-less parts of me … to pick flowers…

from the garden outside our kitchen window…

tapping on her door

with a bunch of wild eyed innocence

“I thought of you when I saw these so I thought I’d bring some by”

our freshly plucked love whimpering

like a nursing child

cut off

before it’s milk had a chance to bloom

just pictures… only pictures…

I should remember to cut out, clip

forget

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