black licorice tea sweet-sweet cabbage salad licorice tea dessert wine saccharine pulls back cheeks but steam releases between eyes rises heat sinks tongue slope lukewarming placemat’s corner packet a marron glace al dente tea astringent dry ruminate salivate swig sugary-spicy last new drip
lids knocks aside sleep, easy as windshield wipers on high in a downpour. maybe I can look at these numbers with my chin balanced on my elbow pedestal palm or on the end of my fist on the desk, maybe rest my peepers from papers for a minute with my chin resting on my left […]
pounding the pavement in this human race I am losing it; I feel like a shit sac with arms. God gave me a voice but the devil with that
waking throat dry as a vase’s
shepherths pie lantil soup or ceasars salad; do I dare?