Bitter Twist

Bitter twist

tasted on the tip of my tongue

humming from what feels whole and hollow

beats and bass that call parts forth

in a forward movement that swallows

each step in dust and debris

a call that carries my past

into peculiar placement…

an unpredictable parable

parading in perfectly poignant packages

(I thought of making you coffee...in offering)

This wooden floor creaks

in contagious rose-colored residue

opening in critical conditions that carry on

to the brink of breaking through

to what feels tantrically untethered

In full circle

chin to shoulder

hands to heart

a bitter taste on the tip of my tongue

to the health of my gut.