Your Minutia

I collected your minutia

Like scooping out

The seeds of red bell peppers,

The deepest breath

You'd grab

Before confessions,

Chewing pencils thoughtlessly

With undefined hunger,

The soft squeaky way

You sneeze,

The absent twirling

Of your thumb ring,

Wispy fingers

Spasmed straight

On hearing compliments,

Damp creasing eyes

Which shifted down

Before you'd kiss

Abandoned,

Frantic,

Your tongue 

A banner free,

Your face aflame

And ever hotter.

The flesh is finished,

Nearly clean.

I study each,

Remembering.

You bury these in soil,

Green sprouts wild.

I smile

And release the seeds

Into the running water.

- 5/23/25