snack

its not hard to see, now

that all we ever had was just

snack in the course of life

a mere morsel, an appertiff of

what we all seek

it tasted sweet,

you tasted so damn sweet i wanted to make

a meal of you, of us

of all those nights we dragged on into the morning

but the mornings were so damn bitter,

the way i like my coffee, but you don’t

 

 

©2017 erin hoffman – all rights reserved

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