Candy Shop - Day 12

 Whatchamacallit

If something good was between us,

could you give it a name? Hell,

even a bowl of cereal can say 

its name while it drowns. Doesn't

have to be yours or mine. No need

to be proud that a few new things

collided for a new mouthful.

Artists sign their work. Even Inspector

15 briefly blessed these bodega

tube socks I had to buy when

it rained, grabbed beige sweets

at random to meet the minimum

to pay with a card. Let's agree

not to call it Us. But you act

like it had a name you forgot.

It isn't cute.