the fly on the stain
just let it try
to lick up the memory of sugar there
the way i sniff
at the memory of salt
hold still for the fly
keep the stain still for the tongue
look away into the middle air
the past of sweat and wetness
dry now fly
nothing left to lick or sniff
history is tasteless
still now lie
wine stained salt morning
fly time
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