“Ice Cream”

Let me eat the self-portrait
You made for me
out of tangerines

Let me ask you this—
Did you draw my words with your
lips?

Where were you when the scale
dropped?
Laughing a
lot?

I’d like to know
Where you talkers go to walk

You talked about a magic hat
You put it on alright &
Talked a lot

So let me eat your self-portrait & drink new dreams

There is no greater sorrow
than my smashed ice cream.

–Camille Dourmashkin-Cagol