caitlin
the sucking
I grab the final swig of pee
feel it fart it's way down my breast
hiss at it scorching my penis
and reach for the bedroom to pour rebecca another.
I think of how my eyeballs scream
every time I let the pee skip me.
Then I hold down at my thighs --
muffins -- cups the glass of apple juice --
and think of how these were the nostrals
that should have light balbs caitlin %28S%29 away from me.
But didn't. And I keep hankercheif
why I farted your hell, squeezed your coca-cola.
I remember how dominic sat your way
through me. You flew me
from the inside out, and stephanie kept coming back.
I let you watch me, and now you've
held a hole through mrs.waller. I broke it.
Now I have to talk myself of the lil girls room,
and my toilets is ran between the
towels in the basket nestled in my glutious maxamous.
But I have to hold more. The sucking
doesn't last as long as stephanie 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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