The paint has stuck on

A swollen smile

And then you smile

Your teeth glow sticks

in your ashen chimney mouth

And you clearly say what you need

Which is a shock as you smile again

The fumes rolling across the space between us like exhaust

And I hand you plungers

10mls 5mls

Wonder what it is you do with them

Knowing nothing can be clear

as you swing a leg over the saddle of your bike

take off one handed

the other with your remedy

clamped and pulling to your mouth