Poetica Spontenaium 7.27.06
There are these bitter pieces in my mouth.
Sworling around my tongue
Clacking at my teeth
threatening to chip them
Salty, gritty, and wet
like beach sand that’s flung into your face
by insult disguised as jest
and jest disguised as affection
and affection that’s draped in mockery
though careful attention is payed throughout this game
I look at you, with lips partly pursed
as if […]
