sniffin’ in the chair

she sits there

sniffin’ in the chair

reading stuff I wrote

the night or years before

& she will admit grudge

some of it works for her

& I want to tear it away

take it out from her hands

sniffin’ there in the chair

hating the surrounds

how I live beneath her

as though she hasn’t sat

like my four drink whores

who at least pretend

to like my shit

there on the porcelain

knickers round her ankles

thinking on the night before

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