I catch difficult questions
in the cracks on my lips
where dust also settles
I wipe them all away
with a flick of my wet tongue.
and I swallow each one.
They return to stomach acids;
breaking down with bits of
old cheese and tangerines
They simmer away into nothing
and I remember not what
it is I’m searching for or
what it is I need to heal…
anything—
And I’m left with only a stomachache;
and a bitter taste in my mouth.
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