another Jack Daniel's night
where I think of you
my twenty second or fiftieth
i don't know
where I look at the bottle
and wonder
should I fetch another?
to cloud you and me
an iris defying miles of red sand and timeless sun
where I take another drink
where I try my damndest not to think
that I left God's white silk and incense
seeking a mirage
a better version of you
where I put the warm bottle to my lips
and swallow without tasting
the same way I swallowed you.
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