how easy
to wake freezing
with this bad taste
scrub it out
raw, with mint in my mouth
but it still rests cold in the back of my throat
sour and unknown
like discomfort
and anxiousness,
and ennui, and asphalt
and home

i've never known such a bitter, offensive taste
an assault on the senses
an incursion on the tongue
as when your name was in my mouth

lungs lined with poetry

and my mouth

with the ****** sting

and my heart on the upswing

tachycardia's zing