TO the dead squirrel on the side of the road:
Did anything ever tell you your tail is of the perfect fluff?
Did you reach that pine cone?
TO the magenta smile of the lady eating beets:
Do you open for radishes? Or just non-bitter roots?
TO the friend who won’t survive the zombie apocalypse:
Do you drag your feet in snow boots?
Are you translucent in the first sunny summer days?
Do you like langua? (Tongue is close to brain)!
TO the left-too-long-tea:
Should I try to honey you?
TO the French “R”:
Ça te ressemble?
TO the beauty mark:
Do you too love the genre of beautiful people doing nothing in beautiful places; like beautiful Spain or beautiful you?
TO the curmudgeon:
Are there cookies hidden in your beard?
Do you love Niki Manaj?
TO the stunt man:
Can you hit that jump and take a fuggin’ thump?
Do you cry in your dreams?
TO the betrothed:
Many lives many wives!
TO the ant on my pizza:
Does cheese make your legs sticky?
TO the lense:
Can you feel it when you’re in focus?
TO the one who loves puzzles:
Do you miss me?
TO the lone eyelash:
Did anyone else wish on you?
Are you a romantic or a realist?
TO the wool scarf:
Do you itch when you touch the neck?
TO the wanderer:
Is this your pen, photograph, dimple, leaf rubbing, unknowable truth, single earring; is this your love letter?
