We wear wool sweaters
in a cramped bar
(whose walls are painted red)
and sip
mead, which reminds me of
7th grade science class
and the meal worms
sifting them
out of dirt bins.
However, it,
clear as vodka,
isn't.
Tipping the glass back,
doesn't burn.
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