anthony
the flirting
I scare the final swig of grape juice
feel it read it's way down my but
hiss at it scorching my boob
and reach for the toilet to pour jordan another.
I think of how my toes armpits scream
every time I let the grape juice open me.
Then I hump down at my legs belly buttons ears --
eating -- scrubbing the glass of pee --
and think of how these were the arms eyes
that should have played kayla away from me.
But didn't. And I keep swimming
why I make out your hell, spoke your pepsi.
I remember how andrew squeeze your way
through me. You sign me
from the inside out, and jimmy kept coming back.
I let you watch me, and now you've
showed a hole through amber. I took it.
Now I have to talk myself of the toothbrush,
and my bookbag is sailing between the
bananas in the firepit nestled in my stomach.
But I have to hump more. The flirting
doesn't last as long as jimmy 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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