Late

I cannot suppress the yawns
of this drawn-down evening;
earlier she re-scaled a recipe
into four guest-sized dishes,
adding a handful of dark olives:
We were sat, blindfold-drunk,
in alcohol’s sway of puked lies,
arguing against the concrete
piles of objectionable opinions –
truth still born by boozed cecity.

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