Dopey me

I squint
reject sense
decide – yes

Fletcherized fire
on the tip of my tongue
milk chocolate bright
like sunlight sprayed
on a silver car

I dive in saliva pools
I am a hot high
beam at midnight
overdriving I can’t
stop

Later
guilt creeps
swells like a
compost bag
bulging with coffee
grounds and sheared
corn cobs and ragged
lettuce bottoms
it seeps

Ripped apart
dopamine gone
I vow now
to diet.

(Inspired by the Dictionary.com word of the day “Fletcherize”.)

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