the one cut real low in the back
in the shape
of an obtuse
triangle.
I twist the straw into
crooked pieces
and tell myself things:
 make sure they know
  you are having
a real good time.
show your teeth.
hearty laugh
with belly and mouth and your
lips are stretched to the limits
like your social apathy.
show your full moon eyes
and hide.
hold your tonic like a wand;

fall asleep inside of
yourself
in the middle of
everything.

2.

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