The Lindt Easter bunny
you said was "solid"
to be hollow—its head
caved in when I peeled
back the gold foil
which was probably
back the gold foil
which was probably
better left wrapped,
every language having
its own version of “beer
every language having
its own version of “beer
goggles.” Sometimes
I like your mouth best
when there’s nothing in it,
I like your mouth best
when there’s nothing in it,
just two rows of teeth
surrounding a tongue
surrounding a tongue
stunned into silence.
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