Betty Boop
We’ll make ourselves a secret
from household objects
found odds and ends
I’ll keep it right here in my chest
you can play with it whenever
you want to
our everyday secret
this tiny thing
strung together
from disused sparkling eyes.
I’ll put a down payment
on that stupid smile
reserved for mornings after and
stolen kisses—
I’ll pay for it with thieving glances.
Michael Burrows 
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