We toss sprigs of evergreen
in the fire
our eyes wet from the resin

You run your fingers
over the needles
as you avert, mid throw

and bring the tiny limb
to my cheek
and run their soft points
down my face

"I've never tasted anise root"
you idle
"I'm put off by a childhood
aversion to licorice"

I close my eyes and
nod to show I'm listening

"But palates do change with age"
you toss the last sprig in
"So you must taste every
so often, just to be sure"

You can count the rings around my little finger [Words in Desc]

Hi, I'm rabbitsquirrel, and I make drone as a vehicle for song titles.

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