Cookie In My Hand 1/25/18

I feel my love, how I eat my cookies

over beds that aren’t mine

over hearts that aren’t mine


whatever kind of cookie,

macadamia, raisin, or sugar

whatever kind of love

acquaintance, friend, or lover


place the cookie on my hand

in whatever direction you choose

place my feelings on the shelf

whichever shelf you choose

place your lips on my neck

whatever time you choose


watch me choke on the crumbs

watch my life unravel


Either way,

at the end

I swallow the mess

and the crumbs


and your bed is clean

and my spit slides down my finger

and you move on with your life

and I will cry at street lamps


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