Every Now and Then

poetry

Sometimes your day
washes down like
a bad bottle of coke
or like
a bottom shelf whiskey

Sometimes the mud is
ankle deep,
sometimes it’s up
to the
knees

Even my finest snow
shoes are useless to me
now

I only have dollars
and the soda machine wants
exact change

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