go on, admit it | poem
poetry | collection
*a years ago poema
go on, admit it
fine
we were tanked out of our skulls
in a bar, we should not have been in
at an age when we should know far better
with people who bring out the worst
in all of us
while serving up the very best
of themselves
to everyone else.
fine, we were completely skull-fucked
drinking with the kind of abandonment that sailors
piss into …