Poem In Which I Experience One Emotion And Buy Craft Beer

It’s actually so easy. to lie if you’re doing most of it to yourself.
I don’t like to practice. I think I’ll buy the one with pine tree resin.
I think I’ll drink it in the skatepark. I would kiss you here. 
I would tell you about my astigmatism and how it makes the skyline
 look like someone smudged an oil painting —  
how in it you look only like the outline
of someone I could love. 


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