You’re translucent, you spread all over me just like the image in a mirror, as a plastic sandwich wrapper with its dragon-fly wings folded and snowflakes encrusted in your body. Within you I can
I ground the ground
With my most secret teeth
I expected it to taste like
Vodka flavoured glass beads.
Instead it tasted exactly as your
Slapstick tongue
And punchlined shoulders.
Sweat and
