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there’s so much bourbon in the apartment and
you don’t like bourbon and
I don’t like bourbon but sometimes
Steve and Alissa like bourbon so we’ve relinquished our freezer
to it, and indeed sometimes the entire kitchen smells like
burnt toast and molasses which
you don’t like and
well I don’t like so we’re mostly always just
stacked inside the bedroom atop bed we don’t own surrounded by
justifiably angry neighbors, because when we fuck
on holidays, we scream like caged monkeys our
bodies both shivering, two flaming twigs inside a snowglobe
that someone else thought was pretty. We
both look outside the window but
you don’t know where to go and
I don’t know where to go.