reading old poems,
thank strangers, not god, for life,
drink vodka,
this is new brunswick.
kiss girls who feed me grapefruit,
so sour, yet so sweet.
three kind of drinks to keep me
appreciative, numb,
get splashed by an SUV on the stumble home.
working tomorrow.
what was her name?
she fed me grapefruit.
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