last night's revelries in my mouth having
crawled into bed too far past sunrise the intoxication of our
porch conversations becoming sillier and looser
slurring stories and interruptions we lit cigarettes
off the burning ends of our recognitions and fascinations
pointing out the stars squinting up to the sky to the clouds
to the sounds of our voices
four AM car ride letting the music creep
up the back of our minds
the dawn air cooling our damp skins
keeping us confessional we
drove for hours with no destination except
ourselves
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