KATYBUG123
the PLACING

I KICK the final swig of SNOT
feel it LICK it's way down my NOSE
hiss at it scorching my TOE
and reach for the SPONGE to pour I DONT KNOW YOU DECIDE another.
I think of how my BOOBS scream
every time I let the SNOT SMELLING me.
Then I CRAWL down at my KNEES --
WINKING -- STINKING the glass of TEARS --
and think of how these were the TEETH
that should have KILLED TRACI away from me.
But didn't. And I keep YELLING
why I ATE your hell, KICKED your ORANGE JUICE.
I remember how SARA FELL your way
through me. You STUMPED me
from the inside out, and DADDY kept coming back.
I let you watch me, and now you've
PUKED a hole through KATY. I SANG it.
Now I have to talk myself of the BUTT,
and my CEILING is SEWING between the
TRAINS in the AIR nestled in my TOUNGE.
But I have to CRAWL more. The PLACING
doesn't last as long as DADDY do(es).

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Original poem:

the burning

(written June 8, 1989)

I take the final swig of vodka
feel it burn it's way down my throat
hiss at it scorching my tongue
and reach for the bottle to pour myself another.
I think of how my tonsils scream
every time I let the alcohol rape me.
Then I look down at my hands --
shaking -- holding the glass of poison --
and think of how these were the hands
that should have pushed you away from me.
But didn't. And I keep wondering
why I took your hell, took your poison.
I remember how you burned your way
through me. You corrupted me
from the inside out, and I kept coming back.
I let you infect me, and now you've
burned a hole through me. I hated it.
Now I have to rid myself of you,
and my escape is flowing between the
ice cubes in the glass nestled in my palm.
But I have to drink more. The burning
doesn't last as long as you do.

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