You were sat inside
by the window, picking at paintchips.
I wish I could glide to you
and blow cool air on your face
through the screen window.
Do you remember poking at carwigs
by the porch with plastic forks?
Do you remember eating honeysuckles
until you make yourself sick?
The bite marks on your plastic cup,
the film on your soup,
–all so delicately placed.