the rivers of it, abridged

New York City skyline at night




Nicole Martinez

Selective Memory

We slip into a drink
The fizzing hiss of a liquid snakes
We sing the happy song
Our voices hoarse and we are tone deaf
We get loud, a bad cultural trait
Finally falling asleep at unholy hours later
Here comes the Migraine
In the end we forget because we don't want to remember



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