Four days away

Just drunk enough
to smoke tiny cigars
and stare at the stars
just to spite the wind.
I am bitter,  small things,
gentle aggressors,
unknowing offenders.
I am citric and
ready to dance goodbye
to a year full beyond belief.
Goodbye to my wisdom teeth.
Goodbye to spinning
on blistering feet.

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