It was a disaster on a gargantuan scale. I fell in love
with wonderment and have become as transparent
as a bougainvillea leaf. Here: sesame seeds embedded
in a cookie. Here: the soft center of a sunflower. Here:

the tiniest mole on your earlobe you didn’t even know
existed until I kissed it. I have nothing to offer the world.
Meanwhile, moon crescents indent my pillow and outside
an old man with no teeth is selling pineapples. Who knows
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