a few too few fleeting, melting moments of joy necessitate a Facebook status change:
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…then the MSN starts talking to me…
MAGENTA: beautiful fluffy diamonds falling from the sky
MARTIN: doing silent clink clink clink on my eardrums
MAGENTA: cold heat crunching under my soles
MARTIN: crispy crunch wheetabix flake blanket
MAGENTA: touches my tongue all sweet like
MARTIN: honey comb
all same
all different
tongue tingle
MAGENTA: tastes like vanilla but not
more like lemon with sugar—white sugar
MARTIN: the squeak of icing sugar underfoot
the taste of watermelon icecubes on the tongue
MAGENTA: lovely when it goes like that, she says
hum in my ear again
MARTIN: mmmm-mmmmm
the breath freezes into icicle notes
and the warm womb of an avalanche
MAGENTA: i like that song, walk more more
MARTIN: the feather foot thumps a powdery rhythm
gliding along a silent side street
lit by reflection alone
MAGENTA: your hand on my neck gives rest and i kiss your mouth
taste snow
and walk your reflection home
MARTIN: perchance to sleep
under cover
blood-filled lips mouthing words
of tender tales
and sweet dreams