Scratching Errata - by Adam Pomajzl

      these nights
knifed like felled mistakes,
broken glass kissed with wine.
cry
yourself to sleep
when screams can't bleed
      for lines blotted
to a page,
resting on cracked coffee tables.

watch
this surface of rainwater
      where we've lost
reflections
      in rippled circumstance,
our throats in shards,
our hands shaken,
      just an octave above delirious.

documented event
by its minimal blast,
bookended coddling points
so this maybe is the state
that neither of us
can bare to break.

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