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“Italian Cravings”

by Kiara Oelkers

Your force presses against my skin

How fire licks misshapen iron.

Walls turn to clay, melting, churning,

Welding into learning curves,

Yearning for my rebirth.

Your pheromones, now oxygen,

Have woven in my scarlet sweater.

The indescribable stench brings me

To the middle of Little Italy,

Where the fiddle sings merrily.

Burnt olive skin sizzles

When you’re near, spittling

Rays of sunshine on my hair.

The crosata’s berried heart is

Nothing without its flaky outer layer.

Portami a casa, amore mio.

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