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HAPPY HOUR

Kurt MacPhearson

Everything that means anything
has been mashed into a bottle
its glass clear as gin
exposing all that is me
to dirty hands that pour
shots of distilled poison
at the end of the bar
where I sit
watching painted faces
I secretly wish to ignore me
while wanting nothing more
than to get drunk
on the dreams
I let get away

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