Your Loves

They’ve swarmed up –

warmed up like a take-out meal
you ordered yesterday but didn’t eat –

congealing, intermingled, tepid – sour-sweet –
probably, by now, a trifle toxic –
but redolent with a mélange of flavors

you can only get
when savory room-temperature ingredients
are left to set and melt into themselves.

Your loves have risen from their shelves
as if they want you to resume them –
to consume them.








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