Today we’re drunk.
We would stumble if we stood up
So we don’t.

Today, fragmented and broken across the sun
Shifting and swaying thanks to my drunkenness
A cloud of birds erupted that looked like lips,
Kissing the sun.

The sun melted them, of course, after just a moment
Into something amorphous,
Though I was already reeling from the light.

“You’ll hurt your eyes” she manages, laughing.
I breathe.

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