Half a sandwich
flailing in the wind
checkered tablecloth
Was it Iberian ham
The arugula was perfectly
crispy
I heard you the first time
The balsamic vinegar
puckered my tongue, tight
and the olive oil
too smooth
slides down my throat
masticated -
I melted in it,
quiet
The moment passed
...
I couldn’t say it back
...
It'll ruin it
I’m sorry
Layered Fragments, Becoming Whole 