My mouth tastes like cinnamon whiskey
and menthol cigarettes.
Cabernet Sauvignon,
spearmint gum
and your hot heavy breath.
My mouth tastes like all the things
I should have said.
I don’t want to be this way,
but I have been since you left.
I should have never counted your eyelashes
when you slept.
I should forget the way you take your tea,
but it haunts me.
2 sugars,
please.