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miriam halliday borkowski | the drunk’s wife leaving the city
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THE DRUNK’S WIFE LEAVING THE CITY
In the immense silence
I am dissolving
I cannot keep the gauze
from my eyes
I take the charged sun
into my stomach
for anybody
the generations
and the generations
will have to do it
for themselves
I am unowned
completely surrendered
to inertia
lolling lethargy
aware of the integrity
in each drop of whiskey
not interested
in pretending
that I am not drunk
intensely hunkered down
within slabs of indecency
quietly becoming brimstone
blurring
guilt ridden funk
I surrender completely
to incapacity
I am leaving
I am going
I am gone
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1 Comment
December 21st, 2009 at 8:29 am
she kills me. i love you mhb.
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