Half a sandwich
flailing in the wind
checkered tablecloth
Was it Iberian ham
The arugula was perfectly
crispy
I heard you the first time
The balsamic vinegar
puckered my tongue, tight
and the olive oil
too smooth
slides down my throat
masticated -
I melted in it,
quiet
The moment passed
...
I couldn’t say it back
...
It'll ruin it
I’m sorry
About the Creator
Michele Nampalli
This space is breath for my sensitivity. The poems come fully formed. I've known for quite some time now that my art is about receiving more than creation...its the most natural way I know to process my inner world. It started when I was 7.
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