Two nights ago I dreamt about two dangerous guys with death in their eyes.
They would have killed me if I hadn’t manifested blind rage.
Last night my parents didn’t love me and I raged again.
I met a younger woman whose name I immediately forgot
And we got drunk on a mixture of water and rock salt. Water
Rained through the ceiling and spilled over the rims of our too-small vessels
And I kissed her mouth and found it thin and real.
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