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fried egg sandwich
fucked on rum
older sibling
had a sign
with the marker faded
from her her her her hands
how it bursts in the sun
you said
in my ear

sweet sugar
diabetic love

happy songs
all in the radio waves
flute piccolo
all in the radio
but you ask
what I like
I pull out my false teeth
let them nip your fingers

“no I should drive but your dress kills me and you look like you could kill me with a single strand of hair on my pillowcase — ”

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I cook a fried egg
drink two whiskeys
read Mamet
think about touching her
then touch my bed
wonder if I can faint
faster than I can vomit

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fried egg in Louisville
some stranger has her legs apart
and that was months ago
well
that’s a table full
of stories now

now I hold my baby
when she cries
and I try not to think
about plane tickets

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fried eggs
brother