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1

I go for the music
I tell them
my friends
I tell them
but I go
to pluck
at my sa
ni
t
y
with broken
glass
bottle edges

2
tasting
tequila residue
in sweat
the salt
the lime
pressing
my bladder

3
air
in a tired
balloon
I walk
to my bedroom
like a drunken ship
of pirates
dancing inside
a fallen ornament
rocking
side to side
under the tree

4
So I creep across
moaning floorboards
peeping my head in
at still sleeping parents
as they lie
parallel
like two chopsticks
packed in disposable containers






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