disgusted by the gritty strands of
her hair in my mouth, I pushed her away
stumbling out of the backseat
alcohol permeates the hazy sky
stars wobble uncertainly,
imitating the way she falls
when her heels sink like golf tees
into the damp ground
attempts to embrace her
result in a humorous and messy version
of the heimlich manuver
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