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I get drunk too much, can’t see
my feet or feel them walk my legs
from place to step, I get
spiraled out and goddamn
do I get unwound, unpop
my back unlace my fingers
counterpoint my toes

I talk too much, I let
my mouth fall open apart and
sink in syllables I forgot
my place

I stay on the ground
I have watched it coming
closer, I have been down too
long and maybe that is what is keeping
me down, unlooped unroped untied
my corset if I ever wore one

I see too much, I see too

little pulled across my eyes I see
very few sunrises
anymore

perhaps it is this loose
melody, but it was
working, wasn’t it?
it was working I swear it was
working

alas I am
un-