beer

world cup

bitters

 

count the starlings on the bus
and realize
there are none!
foolish me only
dripping
boots
and a crowd of Abercrombie scented 13-year-olds
we would have laughed when it was summer

two dollars and a quarter
just
to say goodbye at the gate and
thanks
for the book
it
feels pretty heavy must be good
I read it at the table when it was summer

when it was summer
I wore yellow and drank gold
till I confessed out loud
expensive bars
but we knew someone
expensive beer
but why not tips were good
I’m sorry I never watched that thing about Hannah Arendt

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Irish pies, they make their own crust!

buy beer and

drop names to

get us through conversation

it’s been months

ride back and

get drunk

under black stars it’s been months

‘there goes the neighborhood’ while groping in the dark