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Jul 7

Matthew drinks until
he’s nice
and he insists on being
called by his last name

I’m a sentimental drunk
and he always pours
out my drink
before I get my phone
cornered
and dial an ex’s number

a couple glasses of wine
and a talk about sex

the afternoon
closes its blinds

I never leave

I got some stones
I’ve painted to look
like eggs

that’s all the sustenance
we need from each other

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