Chocolate pudding pillows press to cheekbone.
Lips. Make a sound. Muffled. I can't hear.
I can see your tongue escape your mouth and
fall. To the ground. Hungry. I can taste.
We once prepared fine dining applesauces and
store brand condensed soups on the asphalt.
Chocolate pudding pillows press to your cheekbone
But. Will not stop. At that. Happy now?
I can see your eyes struggle to appear
cogent. To the world. Orbit. E. V. A.
We once loved like children now we play like it's
more than ***** and finger inside.

I take the deepest breath I ever have as I
can't bear to see you sink.
Let's both breathe
cho co late
pu dding.

Today I ate some pudding
It was the yummiest of all the kinds
I would tell you the flavor, but then we'd have to debate
Knowing the specific you always want to argue
Maybe you do this to mask the reason I even told you
I understand, but today I just don't have the strength to fight
The specifics don't really matter; not right now anyway
All I wanted to tell you, and for you to know
That at least today I ate.