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Chocolate Ice Cream
We awake just in time
For New Year’s Day.
You alive me awkward
under the warm winter window
Where the blinds break
Your face— still A sliver of sleep.
I’m breathing but you’re loving me
You propose a new idea
more than Sunday prayers, scrambled eggs
to break the twentieth century monotony
of our first decade,
You say, murmuring: Ice Cream…
We arrive at the Parlor the strip mall that used to be trees
Brain Freezes have replaced evergreens.
You are skin and Milk