—JUST LIKE BEFORE, IT’S YESTERDAY ONCE MORE

 

twins

it’s not me drinking, officer, it’s that other guy right here, the one that looks like me, my loopy twin, give him the test, he’s been riding shotgun with my soul since I was nine, the year I took my first drink and blew a forest fire, don’t believe me, ask him, then smell his breath and try not to gag on the fumes, which is what I do, each and every night, about this time