(the way the alcoholic's lover pours his gin on the floor,
only to watch horrified as he laps it up from the puddle at her feet)
all my profound is poured out, licked up, drying,
gone gone, squandered on loving lesser beings, boys
with scratchy skin, hungry eyes, ungrateful grins, boys
burned black by sick sick, sorry attempts to keep warm.
I have no more to give, nothing nothing nothing left.
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