Lauren and John are always discussing flavors

blueberry, lemon, chocolate chip,

banana, peanut butter, mint, hazelnut

listing them as if they were somehow significant.

Smothered in fragrances, lauren and John like to devour sounds.

They use words carelessly, describing the wind in abstractions

no one would recognize.  They throw around small words

with massive connotations, words like love, claiming

they fished for years before they caught it in their nets.

When they are together, they murmur it in their sleep

though generally they are dreaming about daiquiri ice cream.

John is always aware of the roundness of Lauren’s eyes, but if

he were to asked to name the color, he would falter because

unlike flavors, colors require sight.


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