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The K-mart stranger in the Candy aisle
has an innocent mouth
which waters
at my big eyes, my gumdrop buttons.
She goes for the head, my long braid of hair,
a gentle stroke which becomes a
yank
as I try to go–
just to touch it,
I barely recall.
such a lovely blonde–
I’m teaching my gingerbread
the moment
its oven timer sounds
to run.