Mangos
Upon realizing that mango chips are not an appropriate replacement for love,
I vomit orange onto my kitchen table
and my mother holds me while I cry
because it’s okay,
you know?
we will have fresh mango tomorrow.
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I love this.
Do you work for the NSA? have you been spying on me? because this poem speaks to me on a deeply private level. Great job.
Mix those fresh ones in a blender and add…