Today, I wander my fridge for the cheapest beer I own,
the beer with the taste closest to water (or piss) –
flavors which complement linoleum floors and
shower curtains and fogged mirrors.
~
Today, I sit down on the shower floor (which I know
I have not cleaned) – pressed toes against walls,
water spinning down the drain.
And I crack open this beer – my shower beer.
~
Today, I let the water patter down my face (into my eyes),
onto my shoulders, like I was sitting in rainfall instead.
And for this moment, this cheap beer feels like
Hard-won solitude, precious summertime.
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Today, I forget decency, forget prudency, forget
the world that exists outside aluminum cans and
wet tile. I fill my mouth with beer and rain.
~
(And sweet, stolen time.)
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😆Great Work ❤️💯📝Nice Piece‼️
Ah, so refreshing. This is so clean and that last line says everything.