Flavor
I think heaven is an extract of some kind.
Can be applied to my palms.
Settles into the mini universe.
Everything is tangy here on earth.
Yet I have tangled seaweed in my ears.
And there’s odd recipes like Ghost Chowder.
I think of heaven like mustard thinks of shade.
I think if heaven was an extract-
It would be this delightful mint extract.
Would be rubbed into the clouds.
So I forgot.
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