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poem by Marilyn Bruce
I bit the tip of a Dairy Queen ice cream
swirl to turn its soft insides out,
to tap vanilla, while vanilla opened my mouth,
my bitter-root teeth—sharp things
I learned as I first tasted cherry: the prick of cold
the flex of milk then melting skin.