Since the age of twelve
You’ve accompanied me
Through countless transitions
Of stiff beds.
Sat patiently waiting for me to
Wrap up a physical recess
With a few women who
Wouldn’t know me if it weren’t for the bottle.
Absorbed, at this point
Gallons of self inflicted tears
A quart of blood dripping sweetly from my nose
And a stench of fears and confusion i passed down to you.
I thank you
Ruf...