Write some words on my blank page face
They'll trickle down into my mouth
There they'll be slurred, but still flow out--
now yours? now mine?
Shared property?
Joint custody of low opinion
Seems ungainly, seems unwise
when miles of snowfall separate
by hundreds,
tens,
and ones.
Miles of squares and cylinders
Of circles, splotches, mandelbrots
in whites and blacks swarming and buzzing
warring in the hissing static.
Hissing static, searing cold
Underdressed on Tuesday morning. Shivering
chattering teeth mouth curses, shattering
winter air with whiskey breath
and wishful thoughts.
Write words upon my blank-line lips--
"Disloyal," "faithless," "stupid," "shameless."
They're falsehoods, true, but they're tattoos
I guess I'll wear them for a while.
Such lies flow down my throat
Now nameless but for lies, I'll turn
I'll the crawl the miles home.
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