drunk poets

    
     Geraldine doesn’t understand the voices in her mind
               c
             u
            t
          s
that persistently heal
held together (again)
with binder t w
            n i
             e

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            l
     Lies f        off of the sweat
                                   s lick
leaning over
matted hair
and malted breath

     .Cavorting simplicity.          blinking neon sign
snatching at fleeting intangibility
dare to familiarize
such a dance

     Angela sits romanticizing fairy
tales of sexualized horrors
encased in the fur and blood
of a revolving door

        c
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      u   e
     h     d over
without conviction
accidental vow of celibacy
brought on by
arguments with inanimate objects