as emotions bulge,
both, love and
hatred.
Rags of feelings
cling to my face
and I shed them,
one by one
until all that remains
is a naked
poem.
I drink the wine of my tears
all night.
In the morning, I wake up
with a terrible hangover.
I gulp an aspirin.
In that aspirin, I swallow
our love, our sex, our smiles, our fights, our love letters, our midnight phone calls, our holding hands in movie theaters, our dreams, our failures.
I gulp it down
with a glass of water.


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