drunk on love, schnapps, cheap cigarettes
and inexpensive tricks; like the magic
of the stars, parked cars, skinny dipping in
your father’s pond-
tiger balm and stolen glances
and impulses like cut classes
and all but a rope hanging
from a tree or a tire swing-god!
the way your eyes beam
gets me
high
every time
like:
a sober woman on sunday
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