grandma said to be sweet like a peach, but peaches rot too.
I command an intimate knowledge of the scent
of cockroach infestation, like a greasy almond.
Bingo Pajama had thoughts so sweet the bees surrounded his head.
I keep the butterflies I find dead on the road in a plastic box with my bandaids and tylenol. I feel better knowing they won’t be on that road forever.