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how often i lie

to myself

the 13 beers you consumed today were not glamorous

in the bar

after my poetry reading

you sing karaoke and i fake

laugh you make out

with me in front of your friends and

i pull

away you think they want to see

our tongues?



how often i lie to

myself

yeah

our mothers died

doesn't mean you know shit

about mine

you

climb

up bar wall to stick my slap on high places

climb back down while i watch for cops tell me

why am i doing this?

why am i here watching you slur

and quietly consuming the rest of my sierra

to the tune of too many god damned cigarettes?

I DON'T SMOKE FUCKING CIGARETTES.



I'm doing it again although i hate to say again and i hate to write this poem after so much blooming i hate

when it comes time

to realize

all the light you felt coloring your chest gold

the dawn and birth and sun of tomorrow

the love you needed to heal

was the light from

the bar bathroom

where he goes to pee

every 3 minutes



was the tune of you

leaving your own priorities

to get fucked up

in a dirty Inn

15 blocks away

from home

where your friends

roll blunts and laugh

spin poetry and bump

erykah badu to dance

don't you get it

WE DON'T SMOKE FUCKING CIGARETTES.



i did not want to write this poem but i cannot lie

anymore

or pretend

last night was lovely

this morning i bathe in poetry and try

my best

to force out the poem

i must read in front of 70 people

tonight

but come here instead

tired

sad that you can't

understand

i come here instead

dying for this poem