when i hit drinks 3 or 4
(i’m looking at the stain rings on the wooden table
it
is
possible
to
contemplate
sobriety
but also;
mescaline
meth
meditation
and
anything . . .
drinks 6 and 7 . . . and on Earth all things are permitted.
8 and up
i love these warm evenings weak from work
brain-fagged from writing
cupping a clinking cold vodka glass
all
the ragged scrubbed air
and
visiting moths and other mini-beasts
come
inside
to
see
me.
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