I’d Cry

I downs a rum
Or two
she sat
across from me
With a wine list
Legs crossed
at our table
watching
the leaves fly
from our book
into the night

i downs a rum
or two
while watching
My dreams sink
in my selfmade
Fortified
Libre harbor
knowing
I’d made the holes
Knowing
the reason being
for the mass
sinkings
Was
that my boredom
Simply bores
many holes
in many of my
Lime dream hulls

I downs a rum
Or two
she tries
to grab a leaf
from the blank page
between us
i wave back
as she
memorably
blurs away

i’d cry
but really
i’m not drunk enough to care
SOs
I downs a rum
Or two

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