BOTTLES OF VODKA Poem by Dumitru Crudu

BOTTLES OF VODKA



empty bottles of vodka of kefir empty lots of them I'm drinking beer seeking you among them last night it was dark my mouth grips the rim of the beer mug the bottom of the glass is cold it's dry I open a tin of spam
crawl in

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