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  • You are my empty bottle of liquor.
    I am your get up at six-thirty just to write you a goddamn poem darling
    with your tequila breathiness in my hair.

    You are my empty bottle of liquor.
    Oh but you hid it so well.
    You are my behind the dresser secret
    back of the closet lover
    where it is as dark with closed eyes as with open ones.

    You are vodka in drinking glasses
    rum in stainless flasks
    scent on skin afterward, my skin afterward
    a heaviness on the tip of my tongue.
    You are my empty bottle of liquor.
    With you I'm loose-lipped
    without you a mute's mum.

    It is about making it through an evening
    without mumbling heart messages
    that I feel but cannot place down.
    It is all too fragile.
    You are my empty bottle of liquor
    so that when you're gone I can't feel at all.
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