at the end of the day when we are fully up to our armpits there's beer in a bar anchor steam
for two thousand years this has been so give or take a wine or two and a few ferns
we witness passages complain and enjoy those satisfactions words catch and release
like card dealers we distribute wishes to the blind knowing that wishes will outlast us all
we savor flavors expectorate minor virulence run good stuff over our tongues lay tiddly thoughts beside buffalo wing bones on a plate blow up distress or sex believe the weight still drops off
away in the shadows there's a girl who tic tac toes maybe imagining not spinning the room with a stare gingerly saying nothing
her neck says she also cares
David Ritchie, Portland, Oregon
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