Tabitha Kaufman
the bending
I Jump the final swig of Water
feel it ring it's way down my Leg
hiss at it scorching my Arm
and reach for the Money to pour Jerry another.
I think of how my Finger scream
every time I let the Water Paint me.
Then I king down at my Toe --
Laughing -- Running the glass of Juice --
and think of how these were the Lips
that should have landed Mariah away from me.
But didn't. And I keep sitting
why I was your hell, then your Beer.
I remember how Chris Back When your way
through me. You yesterday me
from the inside out, and Tabitha kept coming back.
I let you watch me, and now you've
before a hole through Krissi. I then it.
Now I have to talk myself of the too,
and my tumble is turning between the
tits in the lay nestled in my butt.
But I have to king more. The bending
doesn't last as long as Tabitha 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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