ice cream cone
on this very cold
summery night
is what i paid for
by the delicatessen
we used to visit
some days ago
everyday
after school
after math help
raising hands
never-minding
little details
troubles
in two equations
out of eleven
we'd walk
together
on the broad streets
and try to
on the narrow ones
then i'd follow
and you'd lead
the same path
you'd buy
some puffed pastries
napoleons
or tiny croissants
or something else
with funny french names
and i'd have a taste
of powdered sugar
on my lip
and i'd go
for something cheaper
like penny candy
priced at a nickel
tootsie rolls
and caramels
swedish fish
two
gummy on my hands
on a summer day
they melted fast
the sun heating
through your glasses
my hand held out
your face frozen
on a hot
hot summer day
i offered you
one fish
in peace
(we'd fought)
that day
in that year
outside that store
not our deli
anymore
they had renamed it
"single convenience
24/7"
and it looked
bright
new
commercial
the fish melted
and cooked
on my hand
and you kept staring
your arm slightly broken
and your legs
ungraceful
your lips tilted
open, but closed
i held the fish
out for you
for your mouth
your tongue and taste
i held them
and your head
with my hands
sticky
red
hot and shiny
until the ambulance
took you away.
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