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You said, "Come on the trip,"
and I agreed.
I was eating chips
and coming off of speed.
Sighing
through some half-assed art thing.
Loading equipment on the truck.
Pouring from a bottle in a mug.
And with the first drop you gulp -
sharper focus.
Cry in the rain.
Drop in the the ocean.
Dripping
salsa into a sink.
Curl up with a half pint on some gross sofa.
Spreading cashew butter on a cracker
in your grow hut.
Shine my little light
on warm Colorado mud.
You said, "Don't look when I dip
in this Utah lake.
I've had far too much
of your face today."
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