those stupid drunken nights
crazed craving the spotlight
yelling my insides out loud
splitting my mind into betweens
mad midnights and decorous days
bodies writhing blanket wrapped
mind wrapt between the stacks
trying to swallow my feet whole
even now sleepless so many years later
the bump in the 3am dark
just my mind knocking about
a crumbling attic infested with old shame
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