Posted in stream of consciousness

Welts

You don’t notice me

I can’t help but imagine

My name dripping from your mouth

A spoonful of soup

Slurped while still boiling

Forming welts on your lips

And your chin

Where I kissed you

Last time you remembered me

You don’t now

But I hope

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