dreaming in a alcohol daze
of thirteen dollar hamburgers
ten dollar margaritas and seven
dollar ice creams arranged
on white plates in noisy
restaurants; it’s all ok when your
stomach grumbles and it’s raining,
when you’re lost and the nightclub
signs flash across your retinas.
you finally sit down and the dream
is reality.
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