5 – of cold coffee & cough drops

midnight air, unsettled

mingling against red beanies

.

caramel and salt, lost to

frothy aftertastes, tingling teeth,

and dying inkstains—

.

them, me, lifeless

.

small talk and smaller affinities

a drowsy pill for a drowsier mind.

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