Their Spilled Milk

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Status: Finished  |  Genre: Poetry  |  House: Booksie Classic
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Submitted: March 17, 2015

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They attempt to liberate themselves only to be caged again by social norms drunk free dancing down the scholarly halls at 2 a.m. looking for puke-free beds, socially awkward creative robot brains fumbling for their keys to human connection introverts bleary-eyed and buzzed sway inside a tiny room floating through the arms of friends and not-friends with baby bottles on the floor who really are crying milky tears and everyone’s a lost child confused and lonely swallowing their fear as they drink before to later drink more who are not lonely or confused they’re just standing under a hazy cloud of loose tongues and happier feelings staring at the brightness of Orion and the Big Dipper socially awkward creative robot brains looking for that social fix who instead of reaching for their friends then the bottle reach for the bottle then their friends who believe beer is milk for the introvert’s soul gurgling laughing grinning fuzzy who aren’t any different from those poor working kids back home smoking pot flashing lights jumping up smashing down who hear the police banging on the door losing their shit losing creative robot brains who hurl themselves into the toilet with those awful dark nights but they keep on coming coming coming stoned poisoned Christ why don’t they skip the party and lie down on top of books hanging noose “wait, friends!” sit around their bodies drowned in milk drunk children screaming together for those saturday nights


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