part of there, part of ready, pinch of not

the bustle of skies unbuttoning beer cap dresses. fashions
blinking eyes, the circadian rhythms
born sideways, blurred memories lace our shoes.
we're dragging along the gift of hangovers, stealing
teardrops along the way; we'll laughingly
never make it there

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