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