Sleep is not very Dignified

They shine on each other,
these raging drunks.

 
“Do I look like a man?”

“No, no, you’re beautiful.”

Coughing,

sleep is not very dignified.
Wine to rinse the mouth,
thoughts of fucking her,
the memory that she didn’t choose me.
Even disguised, I am recognizable.
A  singing lunatic.

I thought my heart would beat faster when she held me,

but it did not.

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