dine-in blue
apartment complexion
drunken truths
siphoned the blood out
your quivering clavicle
the devil in retrograde
asking why you stopped
chasing liquored narratives
you miss expensive drinks
midnight strolls between
unkind buildings
gnawing at your shoulders
a welcoming window’s glow
every one a fantasy
begging to be loved
by a stranger’s poetry
it’s always outside
staring in
you don’t
have any friends
because you can’t
let yourself
trust anything
without invitation
a particular taste
for what ails
an empty glass halfway
past the condensation
of your starving breath
mist that claims
the space between
all that you have left
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