Ricotta

You're dazzling!
like rearlights
well, if I squint my eyes
like I used to
from the back of streetcars,
when I was three foot
tall?
Or like that show we watched
in my early summers
in your parent's bedroom
about ghosts,
you're one,
you know.

The season returns
every month
and darling dahlias
bloom,
And fragrant are
the bottlebrushes
of
so
li
tude.
But you were
a paper rose
for an evening
of ennui,
I wonder where we
left origami
when we
grew up.

At times I think
it's a vain pursuit
finding love
and stuff,
stuff they sell
all over the place,
but love
is out of stock.
Perhaps I'm wrong,
but you were right
just right
for us.

Desserts are served
in the end
because,
they're the best,
I s'spose.
The veal, and venison
and lamb in vinegar,
are in the freezer
my dear,
How quaint and sweet
it was to eat
my ice cream
on a wintry night.