open shirts
v-necks
chest hair and lifted breasts
clinking of whiskey glasses
vodka tonics and happy faces
a weekly dose of binge drinking
“How you liking the weather?”-s
or maybe something deeper
the taste of bitters
no body odors because nobody communicates anymore
whores and score sellers outside ignored
a core of warmth in a cold city
self-pity or lacking any
introverted synchronicity or simply just fucking
something to poke a hole in the monotonous
next morning crusted tear ducts and pounding heads
six more days left
to good health and all the best
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by Aleksander Mielnikow (Alek the Poet)
Photo by Eric Tompkins on Unsplash
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