another drunken phone call
from my little girl blue
i listen to her stagger
and remember the mess i have made of myself
flinging shit around the walls
in those obnoxious midnight whirlwinds
she slurs her misanthropic words
looking for love in all the wrong places
all the guys she wastes herself on
not knowing what she wants
getting used and crying on my shoulder
and i try to suck out the negativity
suck it out of her like a poison
a mouth full of another guy's sperm
spit it out into a tissue
or sometimes i spit it back in her face
coz i get mad at what she does to herself
and it comes off as jealousy
or parenting
or whatever
and we argue
then we stop
and get over it.
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