"decantered" poems
I drank the *****
together with the pretty,
colorful juices
decantered and set
aside for the occasion.
Forgive me, I was
already tipsy,
because meeting new people
scares me a little.
I got drunk quickly,
and laid down on the couches
I just knocked right out.
Shameful, but then it
felt here, as always, like it
happened somewhere else.
Mar 8, 2019
Mar 8, 2019 at 2:14 PM UTC