it could be the vodka,
or the fish,
or the noon time
dalliance with shrimp.
maybe it was
the oyster
I swallowed
with lemon juice.
or the ice cream
afterwards.
someone I kissed.
maybe it was all of that.
it was something though
that kept
me tossing
and turning all night
in a hot cold sweat.
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