I wonder if when you refer to the women in your life

you still mention me by name

how do I taste?

rusty candy floss / acid petals / tropicana toothache

I fear that I’m no longer

one that melts in your mouth

that I’m just a part of your etcetera

demoted to “one of the others”

renamed as “and the rest of them”

that I’m languishing in a mass grave

amongst your flings and forgettables

your mistakes and unmentionables

my name erased

my significance cancelled

yes I fear that nowadays you spit me out

rather than swallow me whole

like you used to

with pleasure

not so long ago

A poem for day 9 of An Unquiet Mind writing challenge, in response to the prompt ‘Swallow Me Whole’


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