WISDOM TEETH
Maybe your February smells the same as my October
Or maybe something tastes the same
Perhaps the beat of our song sounds the same
As your laugh
And the bass tempo is different
And the drum beat is slightly off
I don’t know if I can tell the difference
Between a good change
And a bad change
Maybe you just make me want to experience both
And my jaw hurts
While you become the roman road
To my Egyptian pyramid
And the smell of rain on hot pavement
Sends my senses into overdrive
It lingers
While my memories of February slowly fade
Like steam on the bathroom mirror
While I spit blood into the sink
They dissipate
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