spit as thick (apologies)

or 

the other woman's dread #2

your stomach noises

are loud on the hard

floor and I'm staring

again at the one

grey hair in your eyebrow

the space between our

lips is another person

drenched by now

in questions in an apartment

on the upper west side

again I am here in bed

but you smell better

I can hear your engine 

from halfway down the 

block and the clicking

of the driveway turn

like the creases on 

a bent finger

it tastes like wet

bread when you

use your whole

tongue

throw it back 

and I will tap

tap on enamel

until a few grains 

are pushing at 

the back

of my throat

will we keep

digging with scalpel

fingertips on each 

other's soft skin

into the cheese cloth

canyons of someone

else's soft wound?

friends

or

the dread of the vegan

glue them to your wall

and let them drip

onto your napping chest

when you were young

you ate your scabs

so you could make 

more 

faster

in a cycle 

body system

my phlegm tastes like

medicine as I pull it 

off my tongue and save

it for you for later

grow out your hair

while you're lying 

with long toenails 

snoring

letters touching

so often I see you but

never really all at once

I made her a water bowl

with a half&half container

but real heroes eat red meat

maybe soon you'll be drunk

under your desk and

remember to call me back

you feel heavier and 

heavier in the back seat

spin it in a circle, bite

spin it in a 

circle bite.