Lily White Poem by Cristina M. Moldoveanu
Lily White
love
like a good joke about death
is born
when a little girl hangs cherries behind her ears
and her grandma feels a spasm in her heart
it hardly lights up like fire
from memories
but some tobacco remains
in the old cigar box
that no one ever cleans
love is bitter
like wheat porridge with too much sugar
like a sigh you cannot pull out
from flesh
not even with a needle
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