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CHEEK AGAINST SOFT PUMPKIN FUR

I am me, but I am a cow.

You are a river.

You think I am cute.

You call me kitten-cow.

You are a river, but your water

looks like a hologram

and when I look at you,

I see a fake reflection.

You tell me I am wearing

five scarves even though

I have mittens on.

I throw a coin at you,

but you are not a fountain.

You ask me to meow

for you, but I won’t.

I feed you chocolate, and we play that game

where I write on your leg with my finger.

You brush my hair for 2 hours

while I spell things like:

cheek against soft pumpkin fur, and

I would come to you on a rubber gull.

The eyes and the faces become less easy

to make out in the night,

but we go on and on.

Wax ponyfish. Japanese fog.

I am stupid at stopping.