I wish I were drunk
for the length of a lifetime,
to mete each day
shot by shot,
stretching out to the horizon and
beyond –
how many fingers would I need
to meet the moon and
double back to Cleveland?
How many pours, pulls, crushed cans,
how many trips to the gas station for
cases and racks,
to measure myself at the end of my days
and finally intuit the length of a bottle

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