i have spilled my jellybeans
small hands slipped
jar rushing meets
unforgiving white kitchen floor
but no longer jellybeans
forming
quickly constellations
beautiful and untouchable
to think i once had a jar of candy
now entire floor
vibrantly discovered
colors smells pioneering
where they have not been
where they can not be
but i want jellybeans
hearing glutonous crackle
the luckiest vacuum in town
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