Pie
she’s got the bitter of
jazz apple skins
between her teeth
orange peel tongue
poppy seed taste buds
talk about a sweet machine
salivating liquid sugar
i watch it bubble and brown
until the caramel drips
drips
drips
down the back of her throat
and she chokes on her own
existence
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