Blunders: #7 Poem by Windsor Guadalupe Jr

Sometimes, when she sleeps
I can hear her heart implode;
A sore vessel.

And those nights are the worst,
Knowing that there’s something
In nothing – a hallucination,

Perhaps I am drunk
As I drink all of her away
But she halts me

She says
”You didn’t drink all of me.”
And there she’s my contender

We would bicker
Over the sheets until
We tire and tire

A beautiful mess
And she kneels
With her heart all around the floor

And I kneel in front
Of her on the cold floor
Picking up the pieces

It’s a mad world,
The place we live in
Or.. it’s just a box

Filled with mad people.
I don’t know
I don’t care