i'm that foul, stale taste of beer when you realize you're hungover.

you've slept with your mouth
wide awake on the sofa with the tv making muffled noises.

you need to get up to drink water but you just sleep instead

static from the blanket shocks you, but at least something's keeping you warm.

i try to imagine how you felt, but all i remember is written, spoken, thrown away.

i start rifling through trash bags

breathe in

i plug in my shredder

breathe out

i unplug my phone

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