Tuesday, March 8, 2022

Whisky Sour

(When I say I'm going to make it, it's only to
convince myself, it's
only a mantra to
keep my nerves steady for one more
day
to keep
the breaths going in
and out of my
lungs until
they'll do it on their own
again
I know it gets old
to hear
believe me
In my bones
the words are
ancient.)

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