Tim and Harriet

by Hannah Port

Can we bottle that?
Lock your charming inflections
Into a jar and sock it away?
So when my leaves crisp into dirt
And yours are tiny green hintstea
I can pull that little jar from my pocket
And take a listen.

I would dip my spoon in this jar
until it was hopeless.
Until the sound of the
scraping drowned out your voice
because I’m always “keen as mustard”
for you.

Or would I be “eroticizing your queer frame.”
Would your voice be my accessory,
Like mason jars filled with coffee or tea
Because I imagine you like
Sauerkraut, safe in the pantry
Best enjoyed late, with goat cheese on toast.

Hannah Port believes that goat cheese whiz could be a genuine money maker.

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