Why I’m not allowed to.

The last time I tried to sober up

I bruised my face
On the east side
Of my knuckle

The last time I tried to read

I was naked
With hands celebrating
Before I finished
the fifth page

The last time I drank coffee

I beat her
heaving, mid BM
And broke a belt buckle
Across my best friend’s
Face

The last time I was in class

I fucked the haggard
Professor
Grunting
Naked

The pupils with
Bulging rose petals in
Their pockets
And notes on

What not to do.

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