we sink when we lie
we flatten into
the bed, ourselves
how grotesquely,
i think, inhuman
(we too much resemble
our nothing
but guts and meat
splayed out
on a slab)
flattening, sinking
bitter
wine, sour in my
mouth, red stinging on my
arm, stinging the back of my
throat choking on
it
was supposed to make me feel
better
weeping
wine
i take my part as villain
and think
maybe we're not all
so evil
after all
ive been here before
on the other side