Feeling several stanzas
of cabernet
somehow preceeded
by two days of angst

Your face floats
into view
pouring in
on me

Wrenching words
constrict aortic
bandwidth
bloodlessly

I wait
for your
sanity
to peek out

ah sunshine
held in rain
U r
a string

of not there
I pull over
Muhself
in abdegnation

grunt in
sheer nylon
slipping knots
into happy thoughts

in absentia
a toast
a low odded
appearance

Bet that I lose
Pay
Lose write
Pay



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