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Oct 2016
soft hands run over couches, chairs
cracked voices offer a name--alcoholic
desperate and streaked with age

awkward without the wetness
that allows us to forget

instant gratification has met a wall
in hand is an absence of excuses and a wrinkled receipt

$you trash.00
$owe them.00
$owe me.00
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$a better time.00

whoever said sobriety is clarity
denied
twelve steps down the church basement
and the suddenness of a fog
glass can
Written by
glass can  San Francisco
(San Francisco)   
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