Frustrated with all my clutter, I've started sorting through all the papers and stuff that are stored inside our room. I found some poetry that I wrote more than 20 years ago. I cringed at some of them but there are some that I wish to save. Like the poem below:
CAFÉ
Eyes crimson and heavy amidst vodka
conversations and cigarette breaths
I elude sleep, eat peanuts
spiced with gossip. Drink vodka
cooled with iced laughter.
I elude sleep but succumb
To the amnesia of drunkenness
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