Penny Swallow


the shadow stretches long across months
every man i meet has your smile
laced with ambivalence
i see it in my own reflection

things end.
i know things end.
it tastes like metal and ocean salt
and lime and blood in my mouth
when I bite my robot lips
and everything tastes like that now
new beginnings taste like
swallowing pennies

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