we will have to bleed me to get you out
attach leeches to my arms to drink out your love.
expresso is the opposite of pot,
yet my hands shake for both.
i need a smoke.
now will the defendant please rise?
i dreamt about your sweater and your hat
i dreamed you killed the ghosts of my past
and your mouth was warm, like wine
red and raw, pouring through my spine.
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