Hortensia AndersØn
 
    Well Why Not?  

    After you left 
    I got drunk 
    on something 
    sweet and soul- 
    ful. 

    Not getting  
    over you I 
    never sobered 
    up. 

    You told me over 
    and over: 
    Fuck you. 

    Do that. 
      

    ANDERSON  1997 
     

© 1997 Kimberly Anderson  

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