Blossom
You've opened to me, flower.
I suck your sweetness, store
it in the pouch of my cheek
to bring back memories
at inappropriate times.
ROBERT BEVERIDGE makes noise (xterminal.bandcamp.com)
and writes poetry just outside Cleveland, OH. Recent/upcoming appearances in
CircleShow, The Literateur, and Vanilla Sex, among others.
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