picked it up where the land
is white bedsheets wide
then cellared it on a stone
wall before carrying
it to the sunshine coast
where it was released
to oaxaca’s bone riders
booze in the nose and
unapologetically assaults
the tongue and throat
spiraling me down the
afternoon drunk train
to happy nowhere
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