#DUD 1.10.19 2:38PM

I have 3 poems left

And I’m running out of things to say

I know

Surprisingly it’s just one of those days

And I’m struggling to write about anything interesting

I guess I’ll talk about ice cream

There is this one particular flavor

I guess I’ll poeticize her

I mean it

Morir Soñando

No machines necessary

Handmade with glowing oranges

Still creamy and taste better than what they sell at the local commissary

A quart of healthy but heavy cream

A few drops of the purest vanilla extract

And don’t forget the powder sugar

Sprinkled while melting all over

These warm

Golden brown


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