Forever
There’s no superstition.
Like octopus slime.
Or caramel cake.
I ate enough to survive my eyes being washed off.
I also feel awkward when I wear the newest type of blanket.
Or shaved too close to the line.
I had enough awkward dancing lessons against the wilted socks.
If someone knows how to make sentences against my will…
I would eat if they asked me to.
But I don’t know how to relive the cabinet door.
Or the mirror.
When I floss my teeth, I make memories.
I wish I had the scissor breath.
Or the debit card.
But without you, I have a blossoming gym membership.
That lasts forever.
Copyright © Angelica Tao | Year Posted 2025
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