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“When you’re drunk as hell….” FEFA, T8

Morning always comes
Whether you want it to or not.
Sometimes with a headache
and the need for a saltine to settle the stomach.

We got wild in the night.
I am not even sure how we got home.
I only realize now that I shouldn’t have been driving
but through some divine intervention
I made it home anyway.

I can’t say it was a good night,
but it was necessary.

We chased our shadows with exuberant yelps.

I check over my body.
still all here
(even my shadow)
still alive.
still whole.
after following death deep into the night.

I still wake up in this bed next to you,
somehow with the dog alway tucked between us.

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