By Alifair Skebe

this morning
sugar flecks my skin

in the car
she smiles

dried milk on the seat
powder cereal

I plucked my eyebrows
to open my eyes

she pulls away
cinnamon under my nose

on the pavement
a dried banana peel

I plucked my eyes
smashing

black loafers
past the newspaper stand

a maraschino cherry
moist pitted

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