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Needed Change

It’s in my blood to drink,
this long line of Irish tempers
and empty glasses
where raised fists
were always raised for the wrong bar fight reasons.
I can hear the grandparents I never knew,
telling me
they told me so
and looking at me through my parents pictures,
“your bones are just waiting to break,
just waiting to lose balance
while they walk to where you’re going
and your lungs want to breathe something
other than fire,
so drink something other than the liquid you’re drinking”

In the end

We only kind of mean
the things we say,
watching the words
fall from our lips
onto floors
stained with silence.
In the end
I’ll be standing shameless,
shaken and scared
while the angry dogs of trust
end their sacrifices
with lonely,
blood thirsty remarks.