my mouth forgoes feelings
so I can feel everything else
the roof of my mouth goes numb
so I can envelop myself
in self-medication
a vacation
for the senses,
a sensible
meditation,
a softening
of the edges.
Tag: drinking
the cold glass on my wet bottom lip
my top lip enveloping – and then I tip
the scent stings my nostrils and
my teeth welcome it
head goes back
a slow swallow
and the roof
of my mouth
goes numb
the taste
is blunt
and then
nothing
matters
anymore.
maybe I am a mess
but I love these
nights.
