You felt so badly when we made such noise
And your mother just down the hall
And then the vomit in my grandmother’s bed
And in Walter’s mother’s house             Love

We can laugh at it now
Because I’m fatter than you and still eating
And I just want another bottle of bourbon
Which makes it sound like I’m a drunk

And because all I want to do these days
Is play cards and watch movies
And do stuff with the kids
And write poems

That are shaped like your still perfect

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Contents | Mudlark No. 49 (2013)