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[vaalski]

 Halfway down a piss-poor beer, belly empty and knees
weak beneath me, head already pounding, three quarters
of the winding way to drunk, a Tuesday in the summer, everything
catching up to me at once--home and the day steaming brutal behind me
like smoke rising from a ruined car, tears
rainbowed like coolant on the sunwarm pavement, everything
in pieces. Let
it go. Let it go.