avocado hand Karen Cygnarowicz

Clementine swallow; 
I would rename birds after you. 
Just to sit in a tree 
for the view. Willow bark 
floors. walls the color of avocados -- 

Your skin as soft as a spoon 
against my cravings. Cinnamon and honey, 
my medicine. where did you come from? 
You are tall, my my 
lips are red. 

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