Sunday, April 1, 2018

Kristen de Kline #196 you wake me up, early

you tell me that you dreamt of

Oxford Street, raining glitter

hungry jukeboxes,  gobbling up

Annie Lennox and Roy Orbison

a disappearing Chinese restaurant

and a Lazy Susan

you wake me up, early

your body is sugar-coated

by a trail of warm tears

and a line of stolen kisses

the taste of blood and salt

I've already left: gone girl gone

the fifth spice you can't recognise


  1. the fifth spice
    is bitterness
    or sweet taste
    the combination
    of hope and despair
    abed and about
    disappearing memory


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