what gets her in your sink with her eyes-
looking up at you, drunk & demanding,
what gets you drunk at 7 o' clock in the winter,
what gets her to push past her fear-
and yours
what gets the music to my heart faster,
where-
did my home go,
what got us dead,
what cut me so deep-
that I froze forever subjected
to the cold.
what got us lying here in the morning
without thought,
what got us crazy,
what made her tear,
where is the animal hiding
beneath the covers, wild.
what got us up in the morning
& forced us back to sleep,
the sound of emergence
made us run
free.
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