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I wake up with my teeth

across the floor.

What war?

This war.

A couple of bad coughs

and I’m up

praying on the floor

rolling

rolling.

What war!

This war?

Got a gold tooth

I pawned for a chandelier.

Eyes up. Up. Up.

Got a gold tooth

I pawned for two sons.

What war…

this war.

Two black eyes and a

probation’s son

gotta get something to blow

gotta

get a warm night

to hold me close.

Oh my baby

told me

you better set it straight

but I know how to

draw constellations

on her back.

What war. This war.

No daughters anymore.

Heard Susan Collins

fell through

and maybe

I’m focusing on the wrong things.

What war.

This war.