Butterscotch by Amy Laessle-Morgan | One Poem Only

One Poem Only · Apr 5, 2026 · 2m

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Butterscotch

Amy Laessle-Morgan

Somewhere between the amberblush streetlight of Division

and the butterscotch stain on the back of my throat,

there was a glasslike moment

nearbent

but not yet breaking.

Half-formed, honeydrunk on the hour

slipping past the soft machinery of becoming

unbecoming

rewinding

rethreading.

Warm, butterfat air washing in subtle

breathing through the cracked window taxicab

teacuplight broken open on my cheek

whispering nothing is permanent

except the way we almost changed.

There was always…