Here's why I didn't:
beer from the teapot spout
family heirloom and built
from old plastic
eighteen different conversations
gone on too long
as significant as forgettable
floors got sticky,
held me in place
must have said something
minutely meaningful
After I
followed you inside
in arbitrariness
because your friend
spoke so loudly
about his name
arranged to lean
against the barbecue
facing old brawl hill
This place hasn't
latched in years
so it doesn't
really hold on
so tight anymore.
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