there's a hole where a future fell in,
and there's a knot that tightens
in a stomach.
a head tilts forward
and there's vomit in a sink.
there's a phone dangling
over a bedside table, where words
spat into an unsuspecting ear.
there are tears that soak a pillow
and there's a hole.
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