Clandestine Cafe

Truth is tart upon the tongue,

so we settle for something sweet

and let the lies steam over our vision.

We sit in the back corner

beneath the flicker light,

so we don’t have to look 

each other in our eyes.

The reality rests heavy on eyelids

and dries out our mouths.

We keep drinking coffee

and adding sugared hopes

and mini packets of future

to dilute the bitterness.

The harshness of our partners’ names

as they grate the underside of the tongue

until our love blisters into tiny sores.

The truth stings each lesion

and we try to wash it down

with black coffee, dark corners,

and secrets caked beneath our nails.


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