everyone needs to be broken in sometime
I miss the day I did not care,
your tea tasted full up of exotic self-righteousness, lemon light, stiff with asphalt.
Your head was full of things you do not know and I still laugh with a throat cracked on the inside black with cinnamon. In my memory my mind skips over this. I fill the blanks in with tamarind and do not love me the way I love myself.