Something from the vault…
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ENOUGH
Hurt you in my dream
last night:
you were
talking
with the window-cleaner;
that was too much for me…
Force-fed apples
in the
downstairs loo…
you would peel them
with your fingernails
and
dip them in alcohol.
Lather you in the bath
last week;
you were sliding through
my coarse red hands
and
sinking without a trace.
but when
I was awake…
I couldn’t loathe you
enough;
I feel a shred
of love.
