You know that feeling when you drink too much
of a certain liquor and then even the sight of it
makes you feel unsteady?

That’s how I feel when I write poems about you.
Tonight I kissed three people on the mouth
because I still don’t know what you taste like.

I feel like I am always two parts tequila,
one part longing.

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