School Breath.
school breath,
hot.
a reminder of everything ingested.
unable to clean,
only use a deoderant.
cinamin burning the germs away,
but burning the taste buds,
leaving my tongue smooth,
slick.
only a more desireable form for bacteria to breed on.
and i wonder how they kiss,
leaning against lockers,
with open mouths,
sharing the oral dirt.
school breath.
chains keeping my tongue locked away.
Copyright © Lisa Barton | Year Posted 2006
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