Pinx
- Joshua Clopper
- Oct 11, 2023
- 1 min read
I am the dropped bubble gum on the sidewalk;
forgotten.
A piece of ice cream.
Maybe a full scoop.
An eraser, wounded from poignant pokings of pencils.
A broken heart was once me, a fixed heart
is me now.
The scent of sandy sneakers
living in the trash can.
A fabulous flock of flamingos,
running free.
A lollipop of spices and sadness.
A broken heart was once me, a fixed heart
is me now.
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