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Changing Channels

Happy Hour is one drink short
of a buzz.
She’s found her remote
it was in the back of her mind
where remoteness begins.

It’s been a tough year so far
what with all this
apocalyptic  going on,
but that’s not why
she changed the channel in her head,
it’s what I unthinkingly said
while swallowing down
one last slurp of margarita.

It was the words
that slid out of my mouth
that triggered her to turn me off,
and watch a revenge movie instead.

I'm determined that tomorrow
I will mix the drinks
and we won’t run dry,
just as long
as I can find a liquor store
amongst the rubble of our lives.

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