Tag: drinking

You might want me in a bar sometime

And that’s okay I think that’s good I can see us discussing strategy who Will go to the toilet first we wouldn’t Go together and we’d linger awkwardly Or if no-one was there hold close and Kissing push into a cubicle and untying The door opens and we wait but

I put on my headphones like ear muffs and wait

For the quiet buzz leg moving shifting chair creaking Like a metronome that fails every thirteenth beat Gin trickling down my gullet feels like its behind the Heart and my throat is rocks limestone warm knees Under the robe warm knee under knee aching finger Spiderweb headaches snot dribbling at

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