i wish
you looked
happier
in that picture
of you
on new year’s
eve,
holding a
champagne flute
in your
beer-hand,
wearing a
shiny, shiny
shirt
on your
second-hand
t-shirt
back.
i want to jump in,
grab your hand,
run you off,
laughing,
screaming:
the beach
is ours
tonight!
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