it only took one bottle   two vertical lines   a pair of stress fracture eyes   four cigarette brown walls   all your sharp teeth   and calcium defenciencies   this is the blues   and now it's on the wire because it's on the wires on the back of your teeth   like an insurance scam   like the morning sickness that you hang from your throat   get it out   now everyone knows it   but it's just a bad case of finger-in-throat disorder   you   some bottle blonde   all knees and forearms and epithets like your place or mine or death   stop   measure your words like salt   take in this oxygen   no one saw a thing   until the phone rings and a pair of ashtray lips say, it's you   you did this to me