Small and Delicious Gods—

—That we take down from the highest shelf:

ex-lovers we won’t talk to, pieces of

salt that don’t melt, the time we

spat blood and thought of—

—That the drummer prayed to:

shadow beats one pace behind, sweat

on lips, the time we couldn’t

stop from jumping off the pier and saw—

—That we wouldn’t see:

the reflection off the lake, snow

blind mountain climbers, the time

the cold snap-froze our retinas into visions of—

—That we take down from the highest shelf:

sweet like stale chocolate, an ex-

lover’s laugh, songs mis-hummed, ice in

our hair, ice until we aren’t—

(This is a poem I wrote about 4 years ago and recently uncovered. It’s interesting to see how my writing has changed—I think [hope] for the better—and also to see how many images I still see myself occasionally returning to)

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