i taste you on my tongue every dawn like an old memoryMature

i taste you on my tongue every dawn
like an old memory still dissolving in the crevices
of my mouth.  i spit you into the sink and
try to forget about you, but any absence of you
is short term and your return is guaranteed.
i started sleeping with a bottle of tequila
on my nightstand so that when i jolt awake
from another of these dreams, i can wash you away
with the same poison i use to forget you. 
i close my eyes. i shut my mouth. i cave in my ribs.
you are always there, in gaps and fissures and tiny
little fractures, filling me up like concrete, 
weighing me down so i can’t tread water to escape
you withouting wondering how quickly i’ll drown.

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