—I’M ONE DRINK AWAY FROM THE DEVIL
Mince
She took turns dicing me
with a paring knife
until I was mince
my mouth merely a
lower lip holding loosely
onto a row
of cracked teeth
I tried to apologize
or express regret
but she was laughing
too hard to hear
the message
well-groomed and
almost soluble
over the din
of such jubilant celebration.
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