my smiles on his neck
unrevealed post-its
'cause he woke me up with
my bad fingers combing
the thick joke.
the good ones
numb, fallen off the bed
tried to reach floor
had an accident, lost each their ring
so awaken the dazzled morning served me
the black tea
my mouth put to silence

there is another one though
who brings higher spoonfuls of laugh
to a deeper hunger.