No way in hell I got enough sleep
last night stumble campus waltz
frathouse in streetlight merging
with a crowd of giggling girls
“Who are these cats?” together
with high fives and down
the stairs some strange red beverage
tastes exactly like sugar
and the music is equally bad,
drunk and unknown not knowing
anyone but there’s a threat perceived
in the strobe. Thrust to the sidewalk
on our tousled backs, gazing up.
It’s getting late anyway.
Pausing on the shoulder
to expel the blood.
-r. miller
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