i drop from a line

cut into little dots.

bait for the guppies in the pod

gulped like fish pellets

drink me in, drink me in.

 

turn this moment into ribbons

of film, of photographs.

played into the ears of those

who never listen.

remember me, oh god won’t you remember me.

 

turn me into a globe,

a glass ball, your oracle.

slide your hands over me and look into

my eyes for something more.

find your future in me, it’s lost

somewhere in between

what I am, what we were.

 

cough me up like

cherry red couch drops with shards

sticking to your throat.

let me sink in, taste it for days.

Long lasting, easily forgotten.