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Writing a love poem while my friend’s mom drunkenly congratulates her for actually getting into college

Burning down the Museums
by Jeremiah Walton

Drunken tinnitus in my ears
My friends mother miserably talks in her sleep
45 minutes retching above the toilet
& I still love you.

The phrase I want to use like a rare bee sting

Words are fossils for action to unearth

Museums reject stolen cheese cake in a walmart as romantic

& we construct our own museum

for the hell of it

& giggle as the crowds roll in

knowing exactly where
the others tickle spots are.

originally posted at Gatsby’s Abandoned Children

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