I am expiriencing a strange obsession with the word "swallow". It's been coming around a lot in my poems these days for some reason I haven't discovered yet. Anyone and everyone, feedback on this piece would be well appriciated
Choke
you lean in close over the fresh squeezed
complimentary, VIP customer,
roomservice breakfast
to tell me again that you're leaving
that she's waiting
you soap and water me off your skin
struggle, still damp
into your early morning golf game alibi
find your keys
kiss me good-bye
I choke
on cold toast crusts
and rage
slow myself
breath through my nose
swallow hard
swallow you
like I've learned to
the door closes behind you
I pour the cream
traces of decay rise to the top
and I know it's gone sour
with you
knowing has never been that easy
Wednesday, January 10, 2007
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