seems like one of those poems
when the fireworks just finished
or have not started
we went for a drink or the toilet
never returned to soft lawn in July
to bend neck ooooing
we went down on our knees
got sloppy
gurgled in each others juice
near the water, onlookers
saw two shows
reflections extinguished
we went for more conversation
hair pulling
incineration, like chain-smokes
only more breathless
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