GABBY
the SKIPING

I WALK the final swig of BEER
feel it KICK it's way down my LIVER
hiss at it scorching my HEART
and reach for the AFRICA to pour ALEX another.
I think of how my BONES scream
every time I let the BEER KILL me.
Then I RUN down at my ORGANS --
KILLING -- WALKING the glass of BEER --
and think of how these were the FINGERS
that should have WALKED MIKE away from me.
But didn't. And I keep RUNING
why I RAN your hell, KILLED your WATER.
I remember how BRANDON SKIPED your way
through me. You WALKED me
from the inside out, and GEORGETTE kept coming back.
I let you watch me, and now you've
RAN a hole through RACHEL. I SKIPED it.
Now I have to talk myself of the HAWAI,
and my tyler is PLAYING between the
animals in the LOUISIANA nestled in my heart.
But I have to RUN more. The SKIPING
doesn't last as long as GEORGETTE 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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