Watered down with bourbon
and ice
to lukewarm
acceptable feelings
Flushed down
and out
with
YOUR
birthday
and phone number
Your problems at work
The names of your
male-good-friends
and other things
I need no longer
need
like your spare toothbrush
or smiling picture
on my refrigerator
door
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.
I would like to translate this poem
Direct and to the point. Maybe it's time to remove those things. I love your work.