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"I Drank Yesterday; Your Socks Had Cats on Them" by James Croal Jackson

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I drank yesterday; your socks had cats on them. I’m sorry. I wasn’t strong.

The white and pink and soft. Faces I see them everywhere and they meow

requiems of froth. Ciders on the couch our jeans touching. I get to the point

of confusion but don’t get the point of being confused. I am there. Brainfog

sober room drowning in doused apple and loud television football. Green

green fields. I lived alone in pastures for most of my sadness now it sinks

conjoined. Allow me the pleasure please allow me come home to the bog.

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