the smell of coffee lingers here
milk curdling in my throat
i swallow your mouth and pray your teeth won't bite on the way home
it really is too bad my dear, my indecision got the best of me
the door was there and i was leaving
but you talked as if you had all day, and i didn't have all day
i can only allow so much you know
so i plucked your head and coaxed it whole
i'm afraid your ears have gone down my trachea,
and your lips sit warm against my ribs
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