What I was doing before you

entered the scene
brightest eyes I’ve seen
jacket draped over my shoulders
cheers to how smooth it’s been

but back then I would wake
as somebody I’m not
How to get out of a slumber
Not something I was taught

So I dug myself deeper
tried to find my bones
Would call random numbers
Strangers would answer the phone

I solidified that on concrete, stone
and drank a half gallon of patron.


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