Not this, by no means, that I bid you do:
Let the bloat king tempt you again to bed
Let the bloat king tempt you again to bed
Hamlet to Queen Gertrude
Hamlet Act 3, Scene 4, lines 181-182
Human touch is so distant
“Metaphoric Diary,” Sally Wen Mao
(i)
plants wither
drawing into themselves
the absence of water
impossible to hide
& if we care at all
we can see what needs to be done
(ii)
humans on the other hand
inflate as we age
puffing up against the loss
in bloat arrogance & denial
like kings pilfering their brother’s wives
as if they shall not rot
(iii)
prone to drink
i have often risen in the wake of hangovers
but all that practice
(and there has been ample practice)
could not prepare me
for the mornings after dreaming of you
no hair of the dog or pints of beer
can still the staggering swirl of you there
arriving angry in my dream
at the inevitable me who fails you even in sleep
i swell with the absence of you
barely able to lift my feet against this headache and dry tongue
(iv)
& if we care at all
we can see what needs to be done
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