only takes two drinks to loosen our bindings
though two seems sparse compared
to six and seven, a spinning room,
you calling me oafish, i'm calling you asshole,
we talk about your father,
my making poor decisions,
then one of us starts crying when we're both
just trying to fuck, get sloppy,
and salivate over limbs
to wake up dead as leaves in winter's morning.
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