Nov 2016
I read the dancing steam
above my coffee cup,
and I still drank it,
the wax hardened my tongue,
and my glands exploded,
maybe that’s the story you’ll tell
when they ask us how we met.
above my coffee cup,
and I still drank it,
the wax hardened my tongue,
and my glands exploded,
maybe that’s the story you’ll tell
when they ask us how we met.
