Vanilla Milkshake
All the spaces between.
All the things left
unsaid.
They are like the air
packed into a vanilla milkshake
from MacDonald’s.
To save money.
It bubbles up
from the belly
putrid but perfumed.
A faint reminiscence
of the sweetness of that first sip
but transmogrified by time
and acid.
(20150925)
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