A Quart of Scotch With Chinese Food
somehow having a child
in a city kept you desperate,
made you accept drinking
as a way of life.
the chain smoking
the waitress job
that gin mill
the office job.
belonging is another
form of punishment.
beaten by men
by odds,
you never loved yourself enough.
the rest was hot coffee
on a cold night,with the kind of love
that puts muzzles on dogs.
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