Zywa
Muggestutz
Feelings are malleable
stretch them out and wring
them in all shapes, roll
them to little balls, bounce them
around like overthinkers
do, then you see them
leap up like cocoons
in the bowl of your hand
he says with wide gestures
on the limestone boulder -
paddles of thumbs
and laughing eyes
under the rooflets
of white eyebrow hairs
pushing straight forward
He gives me a wedge
of Gasparini's meringue
yet he still has all his teeth
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