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everything is blurred
and my woman says
she won’t eat
- she’s had too much
alcohol and too many
cigarettes

I throw something
in the microwave
and she’s playing
with my pocket knife

I put on headphones
watch her pick at
beige food
and wonder why
we’re both not in bed
but she looks like
she will fall over
so I hold her up
and promise some strange
secrets that have no meaning
when the sun bleaches us
in our next blessed morning