This instant
tastes like
wormwood,
scrap metal,
perspiration,
latex gloves,
stale cookies,
boxed wine,
aluminum foil,
petroleum vapors,
your honest forehead,
the refrigerator’s insides,
the salt on your back,
worn-out gestures,
your blooming
indifference,
pavement,
gravity,
beauty,
clean wind,
green apples,
the heavy future,
the expansive
horizon,
peace,
soil,
& living
on.

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