UNMATCHED THIRST

By Joeii Monday

Pressing

Fingers to

Pains & panes

Both kinds.

Warm and cold

At the same time

A parched need

These dry lips

Pursed

And pinch

Coins of a different type.

These words,

Such foreign currency:

Passed down from all the wrong stars

Teeth ground to the dust

Of

An unswallowed afterbirth.

On the backs of our throats, cake

And wait,

but so disordered and

unrehearsed.

This quivering desperation,

Seeking, this heart to slake.

But how easily mistaken

For a different kind of thirst.

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