Tuesday, July 14, 2026

I Wish For

a hot drink

straight from

your tap.


I bet it tastes

like protection

and honey

but not security.


I imagine

it’s full of body

and desire

and flavor.


It’s not stale

and familiar


like rules,

obligations,

and baking powder.


I wish

I wasn’t thirsty. 

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