• Vol. 02
  • Chapter 06
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Tongue/ Gusto

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.