When I know you,
I know you like I know
gravity
I know that soil is soil
and sand is yellow
and I know that
you wear white to feel good about
heaven
and blue when
death begins its fall from morning.
I know you like I know a carrot
That carrots are carrots
always
and are orange and scaled
and rooted in the earth
I know you like I know the taste of fruit,
the bitter-sharp cuts of a freshly ripe gooseberry
just like the ones we picked last
summer in the fields
owned by grannies
and I think that I will know you
when we are old
wrinkled and shrivelled like rumpled raisins and
laughing at
the botched pineapple-turnover
- I will remember
knowing you like I do now
ripe and sweet and always
totally lovely













Next week! You must be so excited! Ohhh, I am excited for you too 



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