every night at work
and in daytime bars.
It came in many flavors
flower aroma suggested ketoacidosis.
The guy at the bar breathed metastatic gout.
She sighed that he had not listened to her;
and was not listening to her now as he poured the shots down.
She gave him a hug and continued to hold death in her thoughts
in the day
waiting for restless sleep.
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