astral flax
Now my heart pounds at the sight of you.
Like I've eaten too much candy, left none for you.
How shaken I'll be today, lackluster at every beat.
*For how long must I muster? At pointless jobs-
As if I'm a throwaway.* Grounds shaken and stirred.
How sweet you all are. Too spicy for my taste.
Pale and bitter my jaw and tongue likened to be.
Born and raised all natural, too tough to taste sweet.
So hung out in the sun of my roof, seeing the skies-
just beyond my window walls, i push so desperately.
Seeing you all without me, picking me out of everything.
I stare at my thicker skin, hollow walls as paper thin.
"So alike to coffee, mixed in with tea and milk?"
"sure" i said softly, then handed the fifty bill