Blame the Beer
stumbling, slurring
on the wet grass
kissing him
hitting him
fire snaps, crackles
6 am cock crow
sandwiched between
blue velveteen
and James Dean
Get an advil, please
Take inventory
this is your life
unannounced intervention
snap shot late night
reads black
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