By Joe Gardner
“You’re drunk”
I know
“Why do you call me when you are like this?”
I don’t know
“You won’t even remember this conversation.”
That makes it all the better
A little easier
To swallow the squares
To eat the pride
And binge on the fear
“Why do you do this to me?”
I just want to make sure
That you are suffering
Still
The same
As
Me
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