Like Unsweetened Coffee

I have this taste in my mouth

Bitter

Like lemon and dandelion but no color

Sometimes I get the taste of metal

Of old pennies under my tongue

Just before a cold

Like I put my money where your

Mouth was

Like I'm betting

But this one

I feel its heaviness

In the back of my throat

This one

I can’t swallow without

Suffocating

This one I can smell

Like dew

The rain abandoned last night

And it wants to know why

This one eats at me

And the more I salivate

The more twisted

My perspective

So I try to get it out

With whiskey and razorblades

With words

With poetry

But its one of those

Longer-Lasting

Flavors

This one

I get

When I know you’re leaving

So I keep spitting into the sink

I keep washing down the taste

But you keep leaving