We’re all just disappearing
one sinkhole
at a time.
Mine wears beards.
Smells like sake on sushi Fridays.
I don’t eat fish,
I’ll just have a Sapporo.

My fingers shake slightly,
the table wobbles when you ask:
how long have you been sober?
This bottle swallows me like Florida
and you make sure to lap up any drops
the beer has missed.
My shadows glisten on your mustache
when you ask:
are you always like this?

Button my blouse and ask for the
corkscrew back.

 

“how to disappear completely”

 

 

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