Take place in this space
You've been here before
You're tasting more than torn tissue
Forewarning lies
And pies constructed of ties lost
But,
What you mostly taste is
Bastings of waste
And Hastings of what you should've done or could've done
Maybe yesterday or when you threw away your hippocampus two nights ago
So maybe you threw away your whole medial temporal lobe
But, your face is established of smiles