- Vol. 02
- Chapter 06
In my mouth, a restless muscle wrestles in tidal - like motion - longing from L to G through salivation
You can trace these leftovers all the way back to my hunger as I wait for a shot of espresso
On the table, the evidence of my satiation My lips, now sealed with salt and moisture, conceal the soft trail
The end of a meal arouses in me the taste for something new -
and so my hunger becomes another.