finding tomorrow
you threw up on
me last night
while the house burned.
you thought it was funny
that the light form
the fire felt homey.
i think it’s funny
that i have to wash off
mangoes and spaghetti made
without tomato sauce
but my soap
isn’t strong enough. i’ll
have to burn the shirt too
which is easy because you dipped the mangoes in vodka
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