I

• "pour me another drink, lover
• the filthy devil
• is running the course of my blood
• assuring you
• my love is as pure
• as this toxic combination."

II

• "light up another cigarette,
• would you darling?
• and throw the ashes on my flesh
• burn my bones if you might
• don't you know i've become flammable,
• ridiculous
• and colorless?
• so drink me up
• i'm the last shot at the table
• i promise to scorch
• and to make you love me,
• or him,
• or her,
• or whatever is inside of me."