Daniel
the Pushing

I Run the final swig of Soda
feel it Jump it's way down my Thumb
hiss at it scorching my Face
and reach for the Pizza to pour Tin Tin another.
I think of how my Legs scream
every time I let the Soda Put me.
Then I Think down at my Eyes --
Camping -- Puking the glass of Water --
and think of how these were the Pinky
that should have Burped Mr.Vergara away from me.
But didn't. And I keep Laughing
why I Left your hell, Brushed your Mountain Dew.
I remember how Juan Pushed your way
through me. You Scared me
from the inside out, and Marcela kept coming back.
I let you watch me, and now you've
Escaped a hole through Mr.Smith. I Slept it.
Now I have to talk myself of the Taco,
and my Pizza Hut is Eating between the
Soccer Balls in the Shoes nestled in my Hair.
But I have to Think more. The Pushing
doesn't last as long as Marcela 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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