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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