shapes

circle: the roundedness of a

marshmallow spent too long in your pocket,

meant for my mouth; the almost-perfect

eternity

of your fingernail as you traced my collarbone

remarking how winglike our shoulders were;

love: circle.

square: the machine-cut cube

of perfection and almonds in the form of delight,

Turkish delight, glittering like gelatin lip gloss; a

childish drawing of a house pinned to the fridge,

everyone was once foolish;

freedom: square.

image of green lilac bushes with white lilac flowers standing against a bright blue sky

OverTheRainbow

VT

12 years old

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    darling i think the prettiest thing of it is that i

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