Freezer Fed Breakfast Blues
I manifested you through daydreams.
You thought of me too,
I’d later learn,
But still I wonder in what colors.
Once you mentioned writing together,
A chance encounter,
At arm’s length like you always held me.
Drunk enough to love unconditionally, briefly.
I see you still seventeen.
Dancing queen of his own party,
Who’d have his shandy and drink it too.
Kitchen fridge cool
Copyright © Maria Paz Pereira Martinez | Year Posted 2023
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