O
Yeah! O O
You leave the O O O
at the O O O
top O O O O O
BEE, leave the O, O O O O O
i O O O
t’ O O O O O
s tha O
H O
OOK Oh, leave the O. The O? Do you know why?
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Well, the air is all minty now.
Cuz of you.
Cuz of you saying it was me that reminded you of mint, or actually, you said that mint always made you think of me.
Which it should, but only if you know me and not many do, but you said mint reminded you of me, so I guess between you and me, that makes two.
Two of us knowing I love mint, and right now, at 1123 in red parish, that’s one more than I had in a long, long time.
And it felt like it feels right now.
Like a red sweater blue-eyed hug and I remember lookin’ ‘cross the tiles at who we were lookin’ at while we talked about sex and love and hate and us and fuck it all except the dates.
The dates.
You have to admit the dates are weird.
THE BLUE ROOM, THE BLUE ROOM, THE BLUE ROOM
for me
I
re
quest THE BLUE ROOM
for you and for me
4 comments:
I keep returning although I have never been a fan of poetry, some is lost on me, some of it makes me curious enough to return. Looking for answers, like where is the blue room in red parish? And is that an angel reflection in the glass door, or just a figure with wings?
The blue room is a room off of my living room that is painted blue and it is the room where I write. My new home is on Parish street and the door is red. The girl in the glass is me and I don't see any wings on her, but I'm glad you do. I absolutely love questions. Never will you ask too many for me. Peace, Love, Zzzz
Yes, it is the "O" that's the hook and you are the hook that brings me back. Did Benji and Asher leave the "O" empty this time? Or did they accidentally fill it in with beads? I hope you reminded them to leave the "O" at the top so they would have a hook through which to thread a red ribbon to hang their Christmas ornaments. I bet your tree looks beautiful this year - from the inside, I mean. I've driven by and seen it from the window and nothing seems as beautiful to me as your warm home from the cold of this street. I bet it smells like cinnamon and love spell and you. I guess mint, too. Does your home smell like mint, mama?
Yes, Pop. My house smells like mint. Everyone keeps telling me so, and everyone keeps giving me lovely mint treats to make me smile for the holidays. I don't smile much these days - plus, of course, they are trying to fatten me up - which I enjoy. You know how I love to eat. Tammy and Amanda want me to "date Mo," but I said we were incompatible because he doesn't eat at night. Lol! I don't know if I could give up my midnight feast festivals!
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