Paternity Leave

July 7, 2017
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You take everything about me
Grasping my own words
(Even) the future ones-- unheard
And take them as your own

Get your little feelings hurt
It’s not my fault you can’t form the words
That the vodka tells you--
"It’s not you; it’s her"

You blame it on me,
It’s terrible really
And from outside, so silly
Another drink in exchange for
More time to grieve
In exchange for what this time?

And what will it be-- the next time
Unplug your ears to hear
Those alcoholic fears, even though it’s much too late to
Go back for you;
The (same) you used to do for me
But then again, that was
Always me all along
Who did the saving anyway.

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