On Mourning AcceptanceBudweisers lined up as tombstones, the bartender serves fag like beer nuts. Explains, I was born in 1963, not 2003. I am surprised by ignorance – how it flaunts a born-on date. ... This poem originally appeared in Matrix: The Drinking Issue and is included in The Matrix Parlor (Scribble Fire Press, 2011). |
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