Boba on Dixie
Honey in my nose
Bubbles in my mouth
The bell tolls
At the red light
I suck on peaches
Written in words I recognize
But can’t read
I look over
to the drivers seat
And watch pop punk
drip out your ears
and spill out your mouth
I know I love you
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“I stuck on peaches / Written in words I recognize / But can’t read” is really great. I liked the whole poem, but that stanza especially
*suck