Bar Trips on Tuesdays

you press the lime to your lips
coated in salt, you tilt
your head back
swallow down the burn
that blisters your throat
liquor-coated promises you
never meant to keep in the
first place
you flick your neck forward
take the high-fives and

a glass that small has never looked
so good in
such a large palm

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