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HANGOVER
Yesterday, I drank through this town like a pinball, from each bar repelled by a chatty bartendress, a romantic interest (homeless and earnest), a quivering hand reaching for a Guinness. Another day passing. A cigarette too many. Not one to flip the day like a bird. Not one . to seize a thing. Today is a dried contact lens. Today catches on the various grooves of the mysterious underlid, threaten ing always to escape the shutter, to reel out of frame.
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