walking and waking
into stale foggy morning
my body's a wreck.
tangled limbs & roaring faces
swallow you into the crowd
until you get hit in the mouth.
"there are things that ladies don't do",
like bite their nails
or scream terribly
into the cold machine of night
tongues sickened with
liquor & tobacco,
stale memories
and bold-faced lies.
there are things that ladies don't do
like smoke too much
or scream obscenities,
well, we never gave a fuck
when we were young.
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