"i've got hatred," she said, beneath mouthfuls
of love. "i want to have something that somebody
wants to have."
whole world turns sometimes, enough
to drop bottles of wine from their shelves
give us vertigo in our sleep
wake us up with cold sweats and ripped seams
"it's not fair, but it should be."
it would be foolish to ruin a good night's sleep
with anger. but who else
is going to make things fair?
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