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anticipating jubilee

Can I touch the memory of us –

my lost love and I –

with fingers, tongue, or will it be a long spoon?

I’ll still celebrate our union

(decade + 1yr jubilee)

How about a party trifle? Is this jelly? Will I

get stuck in this, decay, or just walk away

sticky? Does love evaporate

as juices do? How does it taste,

this trifle, easy fix? sweet and sour?

Is the sponge dry, or heavy with thought?

This cream on top is, I know, just a toxic scum

with a maraschino party hat

confusion

If living is healthy, fresh, organic

memory is junk food