i toss the red pepper seeds from our plates
into the wastebin like salt over my shoulder
you touched last night and i want
to remember every way our love is a garden
pruned in the bathtub until our bodies brim
with suds and pasta sauce and wine
is only grapes that became enamored under
the hungry friction of their lover’s kissing
you has become my favorite dinner
to protect in Tupperware so i can still savor
your love on my tongue at the breakfast table.
Poem originally published in issue 35 of New Moon Magazine at the University of Iowa (April 2024).
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