Wine Night Wednesday Poem by Alexzia Ferdinand
Wine Night Wednesday
she's twirling drunkenly
again
and air smells of sweeter smoke.
she's telling me about
why she doesn't like drugs.
about the one really bad time
she hallucinated and
aliens tied her to the staircase.
im thinking of my several bad times
a little dazedly, selfish as usual
but only nod and hug her
when she's done
she grabs the wine bottle
and we return to the couch
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