in a sweater poorly knit and an unsuspecting smile

little moses drifts downstream in the Nile

a fumbling reply, an awkward rigid laugh

I'm carried helpless by my floating basket raft

your flavor in my mind swings back and forth between

sweeter than any wine and bitter as mustard greens

light and dark as honeydew and pumpernickel bread

the trap I set for you seems to have caught my leg instead