Eating Your Lover

She has an eyelash on her cheek.

I take it,

I keep it

on the traction of my fingertip.

I think

she thinks I’ll do something romantic.

I place the eyelash on my tongue,

I mouth, “Make a wish.”

I’m learning to talk

with an eyelash on my tongue.

I’m a little kid again.

She looks at me like I’m a cannibal.

I thumb up, asking got it?

She nods.

I swallow the eyelash.

Maybe that was romantic,

or maybe I am a cannibal.



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