I always want to make you laugh
When we talk.
A gorgeous green celery stalk
Crunching under the pressure
Of her teeth;
A long walk
Down the shoreline
her hand in mine;
A twirl of her salted bones,
And me, eating nothing
but pizza and ice cream cones;
and the stuffing of
her exploded heart,
her forgotten art
collected by a face
That finally cares.