FOREVER CURSED IN LOVE ARE THE OBSERVANT My mouth tastes like cinnamon whiskey and menthol cigarettes. Cabernet Sauvignon, spearmint gum and your hot heavy breath. My mouth tastes like all the things I should have said. I don’t want to be this way, but I have been since you left. I should have never counted your eyelashes when you slept. I should forget the way you take your tea, but it haunts me. 2 sugars, please.
