Desert Tastes

Desert Tastes

It is a dry and dirty flem,
that sticks fills cracks to the back
to the once smooth roof of your mouth,
when you discovered the absence of taste.
You bring it forward with your tounge
and squeeze your neck to push it forward,
only to spit it out into the toilet or sink;
a yellow and clear fluid that sticks in cold water.
And you drink something sweet
which only reminds you of the absence
and brings back the thick muck to your throat
that you must travel again to expell.
And sour is only worse in this form
for it nutrilizes and commends the form stronger
enforcing the difference between such loss
and the reminder of there being more than this.
But what finds the horror gracious relief
is only one and the same to the cause,
a delicious demise of liquid emptiness
found everywhere around but one will not drink.

-Matthew Koutzun