The thought of you
consumes me sometimes, like I
was pad thai and the thought of you
was you.
I don't need
to say "except in a good way,"
because that's already a good
way. Other times
the thought of you uplifts me.
Like a forkful of pad thai
to your oh! God - open lips.
Still other times damn it, I'm
hungry. And I want some PAD THAI
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