Bubble Gum Saints

I get a smell of chewing gum in

my apartment now

and then

and I don't know where

it comes from.

Pink and sweet, just like

how they told me chewy

Saints smell like.

Not Santa Rita,

because she stunk. Man, she

was one smelly Saint.

La de los Casos Perdidos.

I smell my holy sweet

wholly Pink bubble gum and I

wonder

who is chewing in my

ROOM

A

summer's (lost) seams

Embrace

your head

i long (for)

my arms around it

like the pillow you rock in your R.E.M.

the slightly moist feeling

of your coconut hair

cushioning my fall

on your cheek

your mind's sunny rim

a blond Caribbean beach

or a Long Island

of golden threads

and moon waters

(for)

i long.

I look at the horizon

of this virtual loss

i long (___) our island

and its corn seams

but it is_____lost (?)

______(not)

i'm just a_____ girl writing

_______(Lost)

___________words

and_________your eyes_______look so blue_______

___(I) (guess)_________(don't)__________(anymore)

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