Yesterday, I sat down with my demons because Bukowski told me to do so
I served them tea, without milk.
No need to offer an apology for the scarcity
They know very well how impoverished I am.
There were three of them at the table but
I know there were some more.
I asked them, So what's your name?
Oh, yes, I already know.
I am you, you are me, that's what they always say
As they continued playing cards, ignoring the tea
"You're trying to poison us."
I said, no, that's not true.
I lied.
They grew bigger and uglier -
Such a fright!
So I took out a knife from my pocket,
I wondered how it got there.
I am you, you are me, again they said
They continued playing cards and ignored the tea
Okay, don't drink it, I finally caved.
I took the cups to the kitchen sink
but when I got back, only lingering echoes remained
Until next time, I whispered in the air.
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