in early October
as you lay splayed
facedown
grapevines trained and pruned
fresh blood blooms
confused by unseasonable warmth
some samaritan manages 911
post-nose dive
sirens fart
arpeggios emblazoned
with your name
a fine stench indeed to
accompany vintage blackout
come late November
you are resurrected in text:
fell off the wagon hard
5 days in the hospital
30 day detox
almost killed myself
pitching horseshoes
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