The Dirt

I can taste it in her mouth,

the stale cigarettes and dry beer

collected over an entire night

where we raced each other

to the bottoms of our glasses

and left the rest of the night

to compare tattoos

and body parts.

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About Sean O'Gorman

Spoken Word poet from Ottawa. View all posts by Sean O'Gorman

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