nausea

I can feel a long line of tears on the corner of my eyes

But I already put my make up on

(I allow you to ruin my lipstick

but not with my eyeliner)

I have gin and tonic

But drinking reminds me of you

I put the music loud

Shit

We used to dance with it

I was chewing the light

when your train got in

and the street lamps have colored everything

yellow

Now is that these are my empty hands

spread like a fin

to swim through another morphin.