the tendons in my arms
sense of falling up
pangs and hisses
hole in the walls
beyond the sill
pigeons puff in heat
summer i feel
of the spinning axis
loss of sense no thoughts
just empty glass after empty glass
bumps on the gooses i think i think
looking up hanging down from the window
i think im Spiderman
woman that’s me
turn on my water works
over who
last one for the road
yes you hurt me
one toke full glass
new chance
i want to get off
now
those gray eyes
you’re passed out
on the bed made by
the leaders of example past
i remain standing
questionable victory
in this battle of the sexes
Well done! ❤
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