untitled poem found in an old journal

i once tried forgetting

but the attachment is

everlasting

so i love even more

over and over

it makes me die a little

each drugstore cowboy

every american psycho

at last i feel the

tingle while

downing a bottle each

of

pills and scotch

while he waits

on the phone with my mother

screaming

and

i am serene

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