—GOT A FREIGHT TRAIN RUNNIN’ THROUGH THE MIDDLE OF MY HEAD
relapse
i swallow
long & deep
but slow
like sex
between inmates
who have
nothing
except time
my wife
went missing
but got
custody nonetheless
and so here
we are
my palm on
your spine
swaying to Sinatra
in a swivel chair
you wearing your
smooth red dress
wrapped in glass
me three sheets
ahead of today
relieved you still
love me
and know exactly
what to do
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