Love Simile No 5
like summer rain on
asphalt, smelling
peppery
like the bagel,
oozing egg.
ooze that you
twirl your bread in
while i
tell you something
something now forgotten.
forgotten in a long trail
of what i’ve told you,
which is everything.
and everything
bagel crumbs are stuck in
the imperceptible,
perfect gap of your canine
and front tooth
teeth that i can reach over
and, though they’re not my teeth
they’re mine to
scrape with a finger
a finger that dislodges the seed
the seed that,
now planted
in the crook of my fingernail
and fleshy finger pad,
i would just as well eat
than throw away
just to make you laugh
your laugh,
like the favorite summer song
that you can listen back
10,000 times
and never sounds wrong.
