/ oh boy /

crunchy toast with soft buttery heart
perfectly squared but the crust not there?
let’s craft out the edge as morning art
a tribute to the imaginary boundary that made the square!

the rindless edge still gave them shape
and only to remains on the breakfast plate
oh sweet perfect piece of daily bread!
pithy and rind

should I have trimmed down the crust tighter at where it curved,
or should I have bluntly went deeper to pursue the four corners?
there will always be the anticipated hard edges.
there will always be the buttery soft centre



kleenex bookmarks stuffed between pages
tiny needle hair wiggles at bi-monthly fresh cut
alone with itches to be reached and seek
together there is always more to be seek at you back9 where you drift away

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fresh boundaries to be readjusted
possess progress in disguise of spontaneous trashes
reset and neaten for sway and grow

itches in ears to be tackled and reached
desires and goals so personal im curious to know

and for more to be seek from behind
where I can taste the sweetness of your skin

Where I could taste the sweetness on his skin

Thick and wild and hidden
Is the sweetness there that grows

I watch him, he’ll need it.
I watch him, he is done
let there be a story
dwindle the shadows have come back