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Michael Spinelli

Wichita Falls, TX
Michael Spinelli
Wichita Falls, TX

'Tequila Makes Me Do Things I Regret'

I say as we open the third bottle.
We both know what those things will be
Stealing a sloppy kiss,
Like a well played game of chess.

I barely eat anymore,
I drink and sleep,
Read, and sleep and drink.
I’ve learned to live off the alcohol…

And the sex.
The sex gives me what the alcohol won’t.
Sweaty sheets, wet with sheets of sweat.
It’s all over when he kisses my neck.

I feel the tequila pulsing through my veins
Like a mariachi induced orgy.
The maraca beats carrying the blood from the kiss to my crotch
Tightening my already skintight jeans.

Another shot.
The earth’s off its axis again,
Flying freely through space
Fogging memories of 6/8,3/4 sex.

Tomorrow I’ll get the laundry
, Feeling slightly worse for wear,
And write some shitty poems in a Moleskin
But tonight I’m “The one”

This might just be the tequila talking but,
I think I think it’s worth the regrets.
Michael Spinelli
Monday, July 26, 2010

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