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the rubicon tastes like salt
the rubicon tastes like perfume

the rubicon is a woman
in my bed that forgets me
when i remind her my name

NOW
let’s grind down our teeth
and pretend like we’re
TALK SHOW HOSTS

“HONEY YOU LOOK BEAUTIFUL”

well goddamn do i hate
anything that doesn’t bite

“OH TELL ME MORE”

can you pull my teeth
and tell me i’m
a derelict train car
because i forget
what i have

“HUH?”

no, that’s a joke

“CLAP CLAP”

kiss me like our lips
are red
like our hands
are red
like our hands
are red
like our hands are red

“WHAT’S THAT?”

i don’t write poetry

–
drain the rubicon