we were young,
and spending
the night at a friend's house.
their
parents,
the wealthier ones,
had liquor cabinets,
with strong
wooden doors
and locks.
impenetrable
cabinets, with glass
on the front.
we could see
the loot,
but we couldn't touch.
we would rarely spend
the night
at those houses.
instead
they came to mine,
where
the whiskey
and wine were
on the counter
with plenty
of cheerful
Christmas mugs.
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