pre-birthday poem

The piano has been drinking –

it plays the tune of a whore.

I am the mess you made me leave behind in a

spillway where dry docks scar from salt, but …

pour me a little more.

I know it’s late,

but pour me a little more before my teeth

catch words tumbling out of my mouth.

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