“cheers”
is it the tinkle of
bottle meeting giddiness
or the clinking of my bones
because i’m cold. is it
the stories of drunken delicious biting in neon-litten nightclubs, sneaking
past docile non-id’ers because
christ, we were only ten six years ago.
is it the pheromone of {im}maturity seeping from our foreheads as
we grind to the bass notes of ‘young dumb and broke’ playing off speakers.
is it mindlessness
or conscious coming of age, God’s pick.
in the moments between
your first clink
and
everything that follows,
what are you waiting for?
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