from what i have heard today, all the ships will arrive on time/ having to take a shit in front of us other inmates in the cell was a big problem for honeybunny because we liked to watch/ we made him spread his legs and you do, boy, whimper like a little girl/ to help him i would slam his veins even though the needles we shared were getting blunt/ popping drugs, the smell of the cell not unlike the burning clutch of an old deathtrap car/ we knew how to keep our second selves in neutral/ anyone could fuck you, and we all did/ fucking you was better when you were crawling along that edge between being there and being somewhere else/ your little head in your little hands/ you don’t even seem to be aware of the fact that you are dying/ your years or lack of them have swept everyone in this cell up against the concrete wall/ like cheap rooms where the two of us lived before they busted us/ prison is where all the dreams of men come true and then the bones of toilet gin/  in the old days we finger fucked the whores down the hall/ i had never seen you shit back then, but i did know all the aftertastes of your vodka tongue/ give it to me/ put your fingers in my mouth there are no emergencies/ only your pale blue arms, and the dilaudid that will arrive on ships tonight/

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