a photograph of a familiar hangover
in the back pocket of last night
wake up with a stranger and call her Memory
side swiped on the front stoop
by Regret whose job peels back your skin to
exposure
and romance
a fit of fleeting sight
the lust
a sort of extension of tendons
tremors and touch
determine self-worth
in a dark cove -- a pub
with dark beer
scant light to conceal the deal
with devils and angels
lets be renegade pedestrians--
an alternative to driving
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