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once not enough
twice just a nudge
closer to the space
between

she said
hey man
what’s wrong with you
and I tell her
there’s not enough drink
to get rid of you

//at some point

wept around the dirty apartment
I said
“No, no, this is fine.
I’ll learn.”
and I packaged sentences
into bottles
and growled and grimaced
until it was three
in the morning
and my hands were empty
and I said
“No, no, this is fine.”

//at some point

I vomited chalk
all my words
fine print
gone in the rain

my sweet magpie

I dreamt of everything

and

nothing

just a dirty photo frame
a memory of us gone

//at some point