Thursday, November 5, 2009

The Growth


You couldn’t see it from across the street
where she waved you over from the porch.
Inside was lunch and everything delicious.
We all laughed at the sounds our sticky summer skin made
moving on her plastic covered furniture

It was when she leaned in to kiss you that you saw it,
coming for you like a radish upon her rumpled
red
mouth.

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