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This installment features Bonus Cut’s
own Abby Conklin.
Work in progress: part II
By: Abby Conklin
I strapped up with wings
called myself a hero
and jumped off the roof
like I had urgent business
at the bottom. When I drink enough,
I disconnect from the vodka,
like you with your wedding
ring, dangling like a fuck you
to the women to come.
One day, maybe I’ll feel lucky
enough to be questionably lucky,
sleeping in the same bed as someone
I can endure the morning after
being unconscious after
a day of being human after
pretending to know lots of things
in actuality I don’t. I tried
to check my bags at the door.
I tried to fall down, drunk. I tried
to knock, walk in, and sit down
without making a fuss over the size
of the cushion on the chair,
and the clots of dust along its dimples.
I know all the words this time,
I swear. Sweat it out with me.
I love you.