what is that smell?
i know there is a man outside the door and he is crying,
hands buried into his face, knees in his stomach, choking on fresh puke,
blood pumping through inadequate veins.
i can hear him and taste his sad behind these walls and cabinets.
nothing blends and nothing mixes.
"did she smoke her dry tobacco cigarettes after you fucked her?"
yesyesyes, and i want to ask, "where are your children? where is your wedding ring?"
my boss wants to raise her fees,
because nothing blends and nothing mixes here.
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