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Canned Fruit Salad; Ice Sailor by Nolcha Fox


Canned Fruit Salad


Cheap bastards.

Only one cherry.

The only thing

worth fighting for.


Now I’m going

to walk away and


gag at all that

sweet sludge.


Ice Sailor


I skate, a sailor

on thin ice.

Oblivious

to love or lies.

To me,

they’re just the same.

I’m unaware

of your cold eyes,

the frost of your hello,

until I am a popsicle

you put into

your freezer.


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