drink this i tell her.
but go slow.
think tantric drinking.
there's rum in there.
it's sweet too.
i advise only one or two,
with three
you'll be swinging
from the chandelier
and throwing off your
clothes and shoes.
fiddle de dee, she says.
i know what i'm doing,
i'm a big girl,
so down it goes,
one after the other,
and by midnight she's in
the bathroom,
hugging the porcelain
wheel.
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