Ode to a Melted Smoothie Made by the One I Love

Bitter, blended, melted mess,

the altar of berry sacrifice.

Stubborn, popping seeds catch quick

in the crevices of my bite, and

Trail a watery wash of diluted vitality

To my throat’s clenched heel.

It places a guilty wince in my brow.

My liquid breakfast sings of semisleep 

and protein powder.

Grinning at my cup’s dry bottom, my day,

my light,

is nourished.