counting sprinkles
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dear bambi,
i’ve counted 123 sprinkles on your vanilla lips and pulled a cherry stem from your teeth. and the doctor says watch your sweet tooth my dear little deer and you wrinkle your wet nose and promise with your fingers crossed. i’m lighting a fire at home for you, trying to dry up the flood i created turning the wrong knob on the pipe and washing away the macaroons we made for mama. i’ve been thinking on starting a quilt made of soft flannel and swan flesh so we can whisper under it and pretend for just a moment that outside the quilt lies endless miles of nothing and we are all there is forever and ever. you brought home the pumpkin and we carved it with snake eyes and roasted the seeds to feed the birds. i’m thinking of you most often like i always do and bought some pink paint for your duck feet. lovely to dream of us sailing away on a boat and throwing coins into the atlantic wishing well.
you are what i am. forevely, huckleberry
