Apr 25, 2006 18:12
as garlic clings, sticky
to the rough pads
of my fingertips
i remember that some things remain the same
over an infinite number of miles.
garlic clings, spicy
and i lick it off,
slightly wincing at the way it reminds me
of the sharpness of our parting.
i would share a whole clove with you
if it wasn't too late for that.