How to see the moon and believe it is you

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Six shooters
of whiskey
in bullet shaped glasses
tumbling over
trembling knees
under desks.

Finding your face
in between
toes
pointing east
rubbing against each other
in shoes, sole worn

The sun doesn’t
rise here
just sets and sets and sets

and my name only
a second hand way
to find north.

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