Christmas and ex-drinker
Christmas day at a green rural hotel and
for the first time in my life I was the only
non-drinker and this made me feel superior
since no other feelings were not available
such as envy I had goat chops with salad
about the only thing on the menu not sugary
or fattening the sense of superiority grew
to odium, I spoke aloud to show how happy
I was and when they had liqueur and went on
the terrace fora smoke I preferred to sit inside
feeling superior and crying into my napkin
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