| Kristen O'Steen - Poetry |
The Key to Last Orders i lean in and smile trying to establish social credit as i order a drink for the cute girl beside me and my credit card’s expired like the milk i drank before I came here as a chaser for the last part of the last bottle of vodka i stole from my next door neighbor’s kitchen when he was walking his dog he shouldn’t have given me an extra key |
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