starts with a mimosa, or two,
orange for me, something new each time for you
pair it beautifully with eggs and lox
while we sit on the porch of our favorite brunch place
loosing memories of when the days were cold
and we were alone
because none of that matters now in this company
day drinking with you
turns into downing whiskey sours and beers
at some local food and art expo
buying stickers and magnets and socks we won’t use
but I’m happy we bought them anyway
because even at the bottom of the bag
they make me think of you
I almost like you better when you’ve had a few drinks in you
I think it makes it easier to get you to speak your mind
and to pose for formal pictures in long dresses
slipping onto floaties in the middle of a pool
in a backyard we don’t recognize
either way, it doesn’t matter
you also turn into a philosopher when you’ve had too much wine
so serious to impress
sometimes you forget I’m the Aristotle of this relationship
or maybe I’m confusing Aristotle for Michelangelo or Shakespeare
or perhaps I’m more of a Dickinson or a Plath
anyway, that doesn’t really matter
we don’t know enough about either to be any kind of magistrate
the vodka we drink burns in my throat
but I can’t tell if that’s just the alcohol or the tears breaking out of my body
like a spilled secret of an overflowing trash can
you’re a vision in the UV light from the television screen
laying back on the sofa after a long day of work
stealing sliders from the office break room
I’ll be waiting with the cuddles and plans to call in for the rest of the week
so we can finally take that trip to Bhutan we’ve been talking about for so long
or we can just stay in and lounge around
wishing day drinking dreams were real
vodka’s a good drink to end this on
but I don’t want to waste these moments drinking or dreaming
I guess that’s really what I’m trying to tell you
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