Dry
I wish I could sat
in that pocket
where words
alcohol, love, and sex
all meet between
and up the knees
at the heat of the sun
can be found
and her breath
finds it’s home
within the bottom
of my lungs
if I could
just
stay
right
there
I think I could
write something
worth a damn
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