Poems I don’t remember writing. Shambolic revisions on post-it notes.
(Hint: the answer’s Bust with an empty bottle of spiced rum on the roadside.)
wild blackberries
I slur my words
even sober
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Yay Words! 
like in a bluebell wood when the scent tangles my laces even sober