E H N D F N D F X P N

judiciously we balked
at the freud in
the angle of our words.

easily dismissing
the jung.
feeble as i can
try to be.

delicate

in my ire.

soft in my

rage.


every finger has
its mark upon the bottle
a bead of sweat to justify

when tomorrow wants to know
what we've done to ourselves

these are our choices.

better. worse.

or only the same.