i am ashamed to admit that i am the only person who seems to be able to break my heart.

my beautiful friend
with your love & with your liquor
you havent felt a need for anything further
the season is changing
look through the windowpane
we have fogged with the curses
coming out of our loose mouths
i have seen a miracle or two
and whenever i am rummaging through my drawers
i look at the lists i have made
& wish they were written in language
you hadnt already memorized & forgotten
but then again you always were a rather lovely linguist