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drunk at noon
she spat in my mouth

drunk at noon
she wanted to go dancing

drunk at noon
my muscles ached

drunk at noon
and she hated the way
my name felt
so i told her a different name
she was gone enough
to believe me and love
me even more
or love me at all

i got take-out
threw up on the steps
of some no-name restaurant

i let the ghosts out
from between my ribs

she kissed me
like i was another man

i put sorrow in the grave
beside my cancer ridden mutt
in my mother’s backyard