moving it to nine
to twelve
it’s not even burning yet
that clink
that suck that delicious
mintlemonvanilla fucking
okayness all that’s stopping me
from breaking down becoming
nothing from doing i don’t even
know what that wiggle
gesturing the hose (clink)
suck it down but
there is no talking
just bubbling just smoldering
ashes becoming
slowly so slowly
less tasty (clink) less full
less beautiful
it’s winding down now
and i have yet to say
a word
she wanted it though
laying there blowing
smoke in my face
maybe it isn’t time
this time
but it’s always time
it’s always (goddamn clink) always time.
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