"When I look up, I just trip over things." Ani DiFranco
C. Poem II
Kiss me outside the bar,
make domestic and import mingle in my mouth.
Drive me home, slowly.
Sing to me, slurring slightly.
Tell me I should stay.
Walk me back to my car in the sunlight.
Regret it when you're sober--fine.
But I don't need to know.
- Kristyn Sherman
Author's Footnote: Would it have happened without the $100 bar tab?
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