Vodka breath
and
golden brown
tan;
she sleeps
naked
under white
covers
as the sun
rises over
campus.
I stand up
and walk out
quietly;
her screen door
creaks
shut
behind me.
I stumble home,
half awake,
half alive,
as the city
wakes up from
a taxi cab
Friday night.
A car passes
by
and I grin-
the smile
of youth
long gone.
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