I was a heady mess
on New Year's
the beer
the water bottle vodka
left me graceless
I paced and grieved
oddities
gum on the sidewalk
I remember
tasted like old snow
your eyes
I remember
punctured like bee stings
and gravel in my treads
would not come loose
it was uncomfortable
there are more things
sadder still
emotions and
ethereal ethics
gradually I forget
what tears are for
they lubricate nothing
but stumbling
I will say this
it was a cold night
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