Each sip burns my tongue,
yet the more I taste,
the deeper I’m hooked.

You’re bitter-hot,
bold and addictive,
in every drop.

No-calorie sweetness—
no weight,
just ache.

☕️

I change my fac̶a̶d̶es
like I change
my kabuki,
kumadori,
masquerade.

Strongly tonic.
Delicately platonic.
Performatively
neurotic.

—— Intermission ——

Formal *****,
casual dances,
tea ceremony.

Behind the stage
persona reveals.

Canapés with
unprecedented,
unpredictable taste.

Just how you might—
I like it.

🎭

Here I am
on this cliffside,
hanging—
on the verge of falling,
on a threat.

Never expected
this to happen.
But you’ve
pushed this fluidity
to its very    
                       edge.

I’ve reached
this cliff
I never
meant to climb.

I’ve
liked you
too much;
might’ve loved you
enough.

Enough.
****, I’m letting go.

I jump.
I fall.

Enough.

I rise.

🧗🏻‍♀️

No ring on my finger,
no lullaby, just a linger
of noise and need
that I did not choose.

A borrowed child,
and in borrowed shoes.

A borrowed cradle,
in which I am
restlessly waiting,
relentlessly reading,
this flawed fable.

How did
I end up here?

Low
            batt,
high—
stakes.
(mi)stakes.

Moonlight.

Moon­ light.

🪫🌗

The web,
unraveling.

The focus,
flickering.

The world spins,
on a different axis.

LAN literally dying,
but the riffs?—
thriving.

🔀 📶

After
umpteenth
power naps;
2-hour drive—
gradually dissolved
into 5 hour of fleeting
microsleeps.

Driver
duty
/
duly.

Yours
truly.

💭