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going to see
my favorite Irish folk punk band
was not the endurance contest that i feared
it could have been
but there were moments
especially when they sang
three "whiskey" songs
in a row
i never liked whiskey
but i thought about vodka
clean and clear
ordered by the double
with club soda and lime
served in a pint glass
the taste of so many summers
so many falls
winters and springs
i shrugged those memories off
clapped my hands and shook my ass
to the music
when the show was over
i left
now i am home
with my DVD collection
my lemongrass green tea
and my vegan tacos
i made it through another night
for another morning
instead of looking in the mirror
and saying "fuck you"
i can say "thank you"

12 Nov 16

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