j u l i a
r o b i t a i l l e  

cinnamon girl 

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i am cinnamon girl

happy dasical

cardamom swirl

warming

your soul,

you feel strong

give me twirl

 

i am smaller than bird

like sparrow resist —

like fire from kiss

or notions remissed

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i am pitiful pearl

a lonely done curl

baked ever since, once

roasted, not burnt

— like bakery twist

you are limitless bliss

i am fresh-bready innards

you! butter-lined tin

my time in this world

on a kitchen spoons’ lip

a dream fueled  by acid

that floats in our midst

you are first to unfurl

& love my glazed wit

at first

now you last

one bite

and i live