I woke up with
the taste of your lips. I don't know why---I haven't thought about
you in forever.
Honey and mint and cinnamon.
I remember when you used to haunt me---when to think you might care about me was like a
defibrillator.
The words on your tongue like a
soft subtle
shadow.
I can't stop dreaming about the people from my past who I feel
wronged by.
How did you make that list?