other animals

It’s too much too little too hard too 
soon too crunchy too slimy so again 
when can I stop wasting this food if I 
thought I could tell you her hair was like no 
her smile no the sun gleaming off her dark 

and that smile about some silly maybe 
part of a part of her could continue 
to somehow stay and I’ve forgotten the 
perfect second half of the image that 

once slotted in would cut this string which 
releases this ball, whose action will  
precipitate a dozen quick small

reversals plunges and such that you could 
hardly have predicted where it would land