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I’ve been smoking cigars
spending time clothed
drinking tepid beer in the heat

could an insect land
on my tongue if I held it out
long enough?

what do the celebrities do
when confronted with life
outside of their own arms?
would they eat that black insect
if it landed on their pink
tongues?
I would

set of cigars
cost two hundred
but I didn’t pay
nor for the scotch
or for the women
that approach my
drinking partner
late at night

does it change
now that our days have split
apart like lightning struck
timber

if you knew me at all
reader
little tiger
ready?
if you knew me at all
could you put up with my fits

I’ve got romance
in novels
and a damn funny cat
that won’t leave my feet alone

I put up a tent on the coast
I’ve got bug spray
and a chilled bottle of
champagne
we can eat the fireflies
our stomachs will glow
beside each other

if we vomit it up
in the morning
will you still
believe in everything
that’s holy
little tiger