Nectar drips sweetly from my maw a biological bear trap inherited from ailing lineage Syrupy pleading that clings to the bottom of your work shoes like dried up gum yet sucking you into the double-dealing of the mundane Garbage, dishes, holidays easing your way into the sectional repetitive ticking of the clock you no longer ruminate on. Winter, Spring, Summer, Fall Gray hair, regret, denial, repeat