Incontinence

[New years day. Standard after party feeling]

there’s this place i like to sit
and sometimes i write here,
to pass the time like shit
(or vomit
that morning last year).

i’m not held to this excess
or distress.
this is pissing salt tears,
and i no longer get pleasure
with your tongue on his
in the first hour of this
arbitary year.
His teeth dissolved as you got near,
nearer.

i stand outside, shiver,
and pass words like water.

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