it only took one bottlentwo vertical linesna pair of stress fracture eyesnfour cigarette brown wallsnall your sharp teethnand calcium defencienciesnthis is the bluesnand now it's on the wire because it's on the wires on the back of your teethnlike an insurance scamnlike the morning sickness that you hang from your throatnget it outnnow everyone knows itnbut it's just a bad case of finger-in-throat disordernyounsome bottle blondenall knees and forearms and epithets like your place or mine or deathnstopnmeasure your words like saltntake in this oxygennno one saw a thingnuntil the phone rings and a pair of ashtray lips say, it's younyou did this to me