Steam lines over a bread loaf?
The “Cruelty Free” rabbit?
A lowercase “V”?
An uppercase “F”?
Apron strings?
Backwards baseball cap?
Nose ring?
Diamond tattoo?
A ginger kitten?

No.

When I hear your name
my first vision
are those lips
you drew
with front teeth
slight gap.
You made me a zine
I look at two or three times a week.
This is when I realized I love you
I said.

Eyes closed, I see
your lips
quivering
our first night
on that awful couch.
That was when
I knew.