I am out, on the deck, near noon
the bottle of the world
glistening
with a message
capsized by promises
I still cut open the mango
and lick her juices
guilty for having cut too deep
she still tastes sweet
long ago
I gave up wanting to fold in half perfection
and focus on
the part I loved
the part I didn't
kept coming to my door
bearing gifts
of such great proportion
I became ambivalent
about which half I preferred
eventually
after going
back
and forth
I got tired
of all my division
and just
opened
the whole map
and laid it flat
knowing
that world
is round
and round
and round
I Love You
Your Beloved
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