dry skin
cracky, crusty, coke filled nostrils
lovely words
and motel sixes
I never went so fast while filled with liquor
whole numbness
filled with superficial secrets
that darkness
sweeps like ink and fills in my shame
Felicia, in lusty bravado
only
once regretting
a morning wake up call
my fist is clenched
with remembering
it opens
when I want to forget
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