This is the flavor of disdain and despair and other terrible things (that probably also start with the letter ‘D’)

poetry

I can taste the
apple juice
mixing with the sulfur
in the back of my throat
and it’s sweet enough,
I’m thinking,
for most of us to swallow down

But I’ve traveled
very recently.
I headed North, or
North-West, for those
that crave the particulars,
and tried to come to
settle in a place that’s
at least a bit more
sulfur-free

but alas,
the sulfur
is always free,
and that’s probably
the problem
to start with

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