we drank
so much in high school.
beer wine,
the hard stuff.
sending the only old enough
kid up to Mead's Liquor store
with our list.
what were we doing?
sitting around in Dana's basement,
drinking
Boone's Farm apple wine,
Schlitz beer,
Southern Comfort by the pint,
listening to records,
talking about girls, who
seemed to be in short supply
that summer.
how dizzy and sick we'd get,
finding ourselves
under the bleachers at the high school,
tossing our cookies,
wasting time.
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