I am sober
except for three cups of sugar and nicotine
little church mice chewing holes
in my tongue and teeth
I am sober
except for my armor is off
dancing with aching calves
and my sunburned beauty spots
I am sober
except for the stick and the smell
stroking the air with our breathing
in an aquarium of almosts
I am sober
except for the unbearable sweetness
fermenting in a man after three beers
sliding down my collarbones
I am sober
except for tattoos under glitter
jasmine and mascara clawing
soft under my shirt like a newspapered knife
I am sober
except for the little death and wanting
his mouth or her legs
then a chance to make them laugh again
over cigarettes at breakfast
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March 25, 2026
arden briar smith