Between savagery
and honesty
falls the shadow.
I won’t break his jaw just because
you left me for the smiles he gave you
and now you talk to him,
but I’ll have six more vodkas and feel young again.
When you finally die it will be from my carving, curling knives,
or maybe it is my flesh beneath the steel.
I can no longer tell.
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