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all the parking spaces
gone

it’s warm beer in October
and a menthol cigarette
in the car
yelling at a brother
while he nods
smoking a joint

it’s Bill Evans
and a boot heel coming apart
and drunk weaving in the rain

nothing
just nothing
roll over

it’s lust at midnight
staring at the lamp
until it stays still

it’s all of it
hon

it’s crushing up anxiety meds
and coating a shot glass
in your father’s bathroom

it’s all of that
hon

don’t you know

now get the guitar down