Two-Dollar Pitchers

by Amanda Davila   Sep 6, 2006


I never knew how quickly the blood could leave all my libs.
It tested gravity tonight, taking my heart down with it,
Pulling the sodden mess into my stomach, then trying to push it all back up.
My heart flails desperately trying to stay afloat,
While everything inside me jumps toward my throat.
I don't want to hear about the girl of your dreams,
I'd tell you off and apologize with one breath,
And ask you to extend my stay here,
Wrapped in all these irrational fantasies.
But you're always waking me up,
Poking me with reality.
I'm still burping, my heart gasps with such faith.

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