Day after midnight
we packed them in
trading word for world
line for lines
vice for verse
incredible
streaking daylight in rods
like frozen trails of hard liquor
after body-shots
trading cheap dresses
with each other
like in-jokes
(we laughed)
people talked of perfection
and greatness
but they didn’t get it
the whole point
was
the cheap dresses
those gaudy
booze-soaked
shreds of poetry








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