We’re up late on the deck
Sunburned on our necks
Smoking straights In the glow of the porchlight
I’ve been toying around with a quick ride into town
Thinking I’d find her with her girls
At the Redwood or the Twilight
But I’m warm and I’m round
And content on sipping down
This watery brown with a blood cherry sinking
Lost my keys in the creases and folds of the couch
And I don’t feel much like driving
Or leaving anyhow
There’s a fire tonight
Nearby that burns so bright
Seemed like days those sirens were singing
I lay out on the lawn where the dew had settled on
To be still
And calm my thinking
It’s hard to feel alive sometimes
When nothing seems enough to keep my satisfied
On the way up to my room
The faces blurry now and so askew
I swear I felt the whole world move
The fairweathered had gone
When I passed out cold and long
In my shoes and Goodwill jacket
It’s late enough for the robin’s hungry song
And the humming tides
Of traffic
Around noon I awake
To the mailman’s weary groan
My body’s sore and my will is sinking
My shift starts soon but my mind is numb like stone
Still choking back whatever
I’d been drinking
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