By | 13 May 2024

It is almost never 7 o’clock in the morning
in Melbourne city, after the trains run
out of the dark, lit only by passengers
I’m shopping for kinds of winter
letting the marshmallow in my [brand]
[brand-specific size] hot chocolate
heat up soften and geal, such that
I can pressure-differential-with-mouth the thing
through the tiny rounded rectangle hole
in the to-go cup, like the sun through the dawn

I am guilty
of incredible topological violence
to the dusted shapes
of sweetness, and the forms
I am going to pressure-differential-with-mouth
your face
though the tiny rounded rectangle hole
in my heart
good morning can I please get two of those
and make mine a ventricle

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