love – Greg R. Fishbone

Velveteen

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Diamonds on velveteen,an insect serenade,cool grass carpet,night-flavored air,your handin my handin the thrill of dark. 89/365

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“Cup o’ Noodles?”she offered.“I’ll have oodles,”I said,and so it began,and if you want details,I still have the doodles. 86/365

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Nose pressedagainstthe store window,the display case,the mental barrierbetween my lackand your insistent voice:In case of desire,break glass. 84/365

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Baked into the fabricof the universe,sem-π-ternalforever and always. 79/365