this is with other words sweet
chewed as one might chew soil
breathing a support condemned
— an intermingling of particles —
in another mouth an open gnashing of
language gaping and voracious
(as a child, this was known only in a glass jar)
it is a reckoning with an endowed past
a lick upon a Scottish top pattern
wrapped a memory preserved in foil
it is a statement regarding a disease
a manifestation of eternal yearning
exposed a behavior of dubious nature
(as a teen, this was prevalent in all arenas)
a struggle with the swallow dry
within the anticipation of warmth
flush of your understanding starving
an implication of a tonic line
not to be tongue-crossed twice
contrary to the palate a dread delight
(as an adult, this is a pathetic allowance)
you may make a posthumous arrangement of these lines
and connect them
to an impetuous title:
Maple Walnut Crunch
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