soup

the beer
i’ve been drinking,
and there’s this beer bottle
that i’m pretty sure
i can keep balanced on my head
being kept balanced on my head.
sometimes, when i get like this,
i try to express myself,
but i shouldn’t.
to be honest,
the only way i’ve ever really been able
to express myself
is through old mix tapes from high school.
ninety minutes,
that’s all you get.
side one ends mid-song,
mid-chorus,
and side two starts up
with us already deep into the third verse.

here, now, though,
sitting on some stranger’s couch,
i want more.
i want the full one-twenty.
i want it to be us versus the world,
me and the beer bottle balancing on my head.
but there is no world.
there are just groups of people
trying to do right by you
and either succeeding or failing
depending on how you’re feeling
at the time.

so, if i’ve ever spilled beer on your couch,
i’m sorry.

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