out of habit
a swerve to the right
remind the bell tower to ring
a singsong hum
signaling time
to stretch
a drink of water
memories of eucalyptus
meandering through
wishes and dreams
there are names i will never use
sayings that go too far beyond
rituals and clocks that run slow
and this may be the last
so i hold it under my tongue
savoring the bitterness
its edges and curves
tongue flicks slice raw pink
sweet copper
there are so many of the same
including my broken nail bed
hitting space and control
a black purple brown blood clot
long hairs
keep a steady gaze
on the only color in the room
i’m beginning to smell like coffee
in the company of tea and bagels
the spreads eventually turn sour
the milk is only half ‘n’ half
or 2%
soy
the coy meek hello is followed by wanting
there is no question of need
only followed by a pinch of lavender
a return to the clock
