an avocado.
It almost seems crazy
now.
I love
avocados.
It also seems crazy
that we were engaged
and that I straightened my hair
and didn’t read
books, only magazines
with multiple choice quizzes
that determine what kind of jungle animal
is representative of your sex appeal
but never really work
because your answers never match the answers in the bubbles
and you have to guess what your answer would be closest to
in a hypothetical situation.
I guess it’s hard to reconcile
certain phases of my life.
I mean,
the avocado
is practically its own food group.
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I am going to be carrying this with me for a very, very long time.
Does this mean I get to grace the inside of your pockets?
I'd be honored.
.
this is my little isle
with a perfect profile
you can greet me with a smile
or make my life an exile
past always passes through presence
juice compiling joyfully to reconcile
.
:)
How nice to learn English!
There's a wonderful grace in the flow of this piece, along with some brilliant observations. I like that the love for avocados endured even though the relationship soured.
just wonderful.
Again, it flows perfectly. Enjoyed :)
Thank you all.
I love the feedback.
It's all about true, isn't it? Bravo!
like. I can't believe I had to go to college to appreciate the avocado... a beautiful subject.
~GoGo :)
wow this really resonates with me. beautifully written, and so honest. lovely!
This touches on a painful and ubiquitous truth in a colorful and entertaining way. Quite a successful poem.
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