Two thousand and what?

I’m fat with new year resolutions
and six doubles short of a good night out.
My lips are burning from kissing you
and maybe a third degree scar, or two.

I could forgo the lipstick by about ten minutes,
for the chance of rain
and honestly,
a biscuit.

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