Love poem #4
I want you to love me the way
bananas love to rot on our counter.
It’s just that I always realize too late,
when that coveted shade of yellow’s
turned to spots turned to
there’s no way I’m eating that shit.
Toss ‘em and we’ll try again soon.
Toss ‘em and we’ll get it eventually.
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maybe put em de freezer
use em later
for banana
Smoothies
Great analogy!