Cherry Vodka

Was it a fair exchange

my company for my disdain

I didn’t have to think twice

when I didn’t have anything to do

on a dripping July Friday

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Your laugh like a buzzer

after too much cherry vodka

that we bought from a bodega

for forty dollars under the counter

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It wreaked like rubbing alcohol

as I brought it closer to my lips

I wanted to yack and they could tell

so I closed my eyes tight and pulled

/

I passed it right and wiped my mouth

locking my jaw around my sleeve

“I like whiskey better”

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We left the bottle under a bench in the park

You stumbled and your friends laughed

I kept walking and took out my phone

12:02 and 34 percent battery

/

Someone suggested we go downtown

Their mom was a psychiatrist

She left pills around

She didn’t care if we drank or smoked

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