chamomile

Together in this coffee shop,
you say it’s like when we first met.
It is like when we first met,
except I will not give you a poem
and you will not give me a paper rose
and I will not stay up at night
and you will not ask your friends for flirting tips
and I will not laugh with you, mouth to the sky,
and you will not tell your dad that I exist.

Together in this coffee shop,
I’m in a different skin. I am lavender,
and chamomile, calmer than anything
you can throw at me. No matter
how many girls you’ll fuck, no matter the
roses you’ll make for them,
I will steep. I will sip from my own cup
and my tongue will not burn.

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