my lungs are the curtain remnants of a desperately drunk fraternity toga party, in a $25 motel
my throat is the carpet
Matthew Nienow, If Nothing
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*WHAT LUCK*
I lived. Lived again. Wrecked,
hungover. Swerved in the dark
from river back to bunk
and never hit a tree. Never was
pulled over when my ...
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