your hand drops to my chin,
you pull
and tell me to think
think
of
an
apology.
drunk
idiot
drunkness
drunk,
you drink,
i rush
to put up the airbed.
from which
i squeak
like a frankfurther,
egg like a roll,
always need you
in a hard boiled way,
and watch
as you
yolk
wriggle
out of your jeans.
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