This is the last poem I wrote... Chewing a spinach leaf in the same manner as the giraffe all molars jaw grinding back and forth standing in the kitchen storm cloud-filtered sunlight forms my shadow on the linoleum The scent of a freshly peeled orange de e e ep breath moment gone What do you think?
I think you are very lucky that you did not choke on all the spinich you were eating when you inhaled haha, I love the image you present here
