Multitasking while I try to break apart life's truth
dinner on the stove kicks steam against the walls
melting the air that I breathe into sickness

I'm trying to pry open the box that holds your soul
without success, knife point digging against the plastic
because I want your gentle touch again

(if I don't find it, I might forget what you feel like)

You were here two days in the revelry of youth
it went quickly, we made love to bottles
when we should have made love to each other

Multitasking, leaning against the counter
fighting the urge to vomit up my misgivings
my hatred, the bile that writhes against my insides

(if I could bring you into me, I would smile)

Into dusk we go, here I stand alone with tunnel-vision
trying desperately to pry you out of your plastic box
to take a single look at those beautiful laughing eyes

I find it disturbing that you penetrate my brain
that I can think of nothing else as I stir against the boiling fates
when you, in bouts of drunken revelry, have managed to forget me.

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