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my neck was killing me after dinner
I was told
“go lie down”

I didn’t take any pain medicine
I took a bottle of whiskey
wrapped it in a blanket on
the way to the couch

dark brown with red vines
across the throw

light brown armrests

stars through the windows

some toys by the recliner
bright yellow, a truck

all of my childhood
reduced to a memory

fuck
that train was loud