to me and say
'do you recall when
you grabbed your grandmother's
old wicker chair
and cracked me over
the head with it?'
we swap hot coffee for
warm red wine and i
giggle and nod with a smile
we swim, sink and
resurface in memories as
the smoke from our cigarettes
dilutes our laughter
we speak of smashing plates,
restraints
and foul actions parallel to love
then you
move in and try to kiss me
and i
feel myself sicker
then the night
we ended up
throwing up bile
together
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