J loves whiskey
whiskey hates J.
M loves animals.
They have to do
with going out
on a limb
with acting nuts
once in a while.
Yelling their troubles
to the bartender.

‘You’re drunk
and repulsive.’

‘Don’t change
the subject.’

‘I’m going home.’

‘I’m coming
with you.’

Next to his
big maleness
his strong face.

Love has a body M.
Eyes and lips
legs and sex
and stubble
with easiness
ahead of you
his bristling
crew cut
in on you.

but the
short haired
girl seemed
somehow apart
from them.

He had taken her
by the hand and
led herself from herself
he had abandoned
her there with the
bones of the others

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