Should I switch
to the seltzer water
my dog slurps
out of the foil bowl
Jack fills—
Right here, panting.
Jack. And my dog.
I'm so lost in this city.
The long curved bar
old wood, spittle
and snot of men
using up time.
I can feel the warping
going on between
my legs.
Gin, Jack. Hit me.

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