Antonio
the perfecting

I hump the final swig of acid
feel it suck it's way down my left nut
hiss at it scorching my right nut
and reach for the silence to pour Jim Bob another.
I think of how my boobies scream
every time I let the acid tickle me.
Then I strip down at my toes --
flirting -- flying the glass of meth --
and think of how these were the nipples
that should have shut Otis away from me.
But didn't. And I keep dancing
why I left your hell, came your whiskey.
I remember how Ray Ray cuddled your way
through me. You snuggled me
from the inside out, and Kathryn kept coming back.
I let you watch me, and now you've
whored a hole through Betsey. I broke it.
Now I have to talk myself of the bra,
and my thong is eating between the
ones in the booty shorts nestled in my ass.
But I have to strip more. The perfecting
doesn't last as long as Kathryn 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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