except what matters
i will take this hardship
and make it a poem
and wipe the pain off the
counter,
shoving it in my pocket
like a piece of grizzled meat
down the garbage disposal.
and we will laugh
and get drunk
instead of cry on the bed.
all of this will turn to piss
before our eyes
except what matters:
two hearts
two minds,
like bloody soldiers still standing
after a never-ending war.
Excellent, Don
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