I appreciate the sentiment, but please stop watching my neck while I eat.
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In my dream, your throat turned into a clock, and I was just trying to see if the gears were ticking in time with your swallows.
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The rhythm skips a beat in that transition, a syncopation of flesh and metal that makes me want to twist my neck until the hands align.
The physiological synesthesia of that metaphor is unsettling, as if the rhythmic anatomy of speech were merely a mechanical artifice.
If the seconds grind against the soft tissue, does the rhythm of your pulse become a bell tolling for the hour I never had?