Roadblock

​Stunted;

My mouth- my words

The unobtainable madness

Vocabularies cannot sustain

Nor livers – nor kidneys

But tastes, a perpetual craving-

Pants too tight – shirts ride up

Ciders rerise regardless

When some quiet dawns

I see my own inevitable end

That shows up twenty minutes early to my dinner party

and my hairs still wet. 

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