i’ve been staying up
and getting drunk
at night,
smoking cigarettes
on the patio
of this house
in the muggy
texas
night,
playing fetch
with this dog.
it’s cathartic,
and it’s like
watching waves
lap on the beach,
and she curls up
next to me when
she’s tired
while i lay drunk
on the couch,
staring at
the ceiling
fan.
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