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BEER DRAFT
Adam Blowers
She’s tried bottling up her loneliness
and drowning her sorrows in alcohol
but the carbonation in her solution
had caused her most sour secrets to surface.
Between numbing ales and sharp exhales,
confessions dripped down her tongue—
her deepest desires for warmth and affection,
which she’s tried to water down with ice—
how she’s chased sobering memories of lost lovers,
car keys, and nights of her life.
She convinced herself she could stop
the sadness with her two hands and solo cups—
if she took it to the head, there’d be no more,
she thought she’d be better off that way
but she kept coming back to the taps.
She spent so much time on the rocks
considering giving love one last shot
but vomited her most vulnerable emotions
and promised herself that she would never
drink to it—or think of it again.
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