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Needles or Glass

Walking the winter beach alone
The moon swollen with memory
It once stared silently as we kissed
Eyes shining while ours were closed

A black cat meowing in the cold
Woven fur like a heavy Persian rug
I reached out then she bit my hand
How do you know what anybody wants?

A stranger asked me if I needed a shot
Yeah, but it’s about ten years too late
I asked if he was talking needles or glass
Whichever one gets in your blood first

I woke up and there was sand in my bed
The man and his cat found their own way
I’d decided on the licorice and caffeine
But I drank it slow, this time I finished last