Erin Soh


Morning's Breath - Poem by Erin Soh

The note on the piano
Rings on stubbornly
Lingering.
An aftertaste in my mouth
Remnants of onions
On the tongue
Stinging.
The memory of love,
Taints me constantly.

Makes me unbearable
An outcast (of your heart!)

I wonder, is it simply halitosis
Or
Morning's breath?


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Poem Submitted: Tuesday, May 4, 2004



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