At the bottom

Happiness flushed

my cheeks

red.

It was reassuring to find

these emotions

at the bottom.

My words

lofty and inflated

floated

higher and higher

until they hit the ceiling

where my flirtations

took over.

And it is

as I pass through

this threshold

that I wish

I had asked for

vodka.

Only then would I

have been

saved

from remembering

the things

I would forget

not to do.

by Jen Salamone

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