You're happy
In the way happiness makes you sick
Vomiting in your toolbox
And drunk handing me the filth you find
Sleepy happy
Stiff walking to the door
Pausing some nights
To tell me where Orion lays at night
And you don’t see me
Splitting open wood
Angry imagining
Your face, plastered with smiles and empty eyes
Cleaving wide open under my force
Falling to the ground
Giggling and fitful
Throwing up last night’s sad love story
The one where
I hold your hand
And you close your eyes
Recounting
Recounting
The stars
The ones where Orion lies
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