At some point
the coffee begins
to taste like centipedes.
You shriek w delight:
"You defeated little
fur ball. (It feels so free.)
I'm a shittin' kitten!"
You breathed your breaths
in between mine.
I breathed every other
time.
You breathed in between
mine.
The soul of the bread
is the best part.
The inside.
BK June 2015
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