you don't like wine.
it gives you a headache
and it doesn't
quench
your thirst.
but you find yourself
sniffing
at it when
it's forced upon you,
drinking slowly
in small
practice sips,
swishing it around
your mouth
before nodding
how wonderful it is.
agreeing that it
is acceptable
to drink. please,
pour me a glass.
your life is full
of phony moments
like this, but
you're working on
them daily
to be rid of them.
tomorrow you will
stop saying have a nice
day.
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