Jerez

I was drunk:
Dizzied by the fruits of freedom.
Sunsets, sherry, and snuggs
Were all I needed.

Dancing in the streets;
Daunted by my ugly flaws
But embracing them anyway –
All those little turds.

Stumbling into bars,
Swallowing spirits that
Made a tear roll –
Where I didn’t want it to.
Made self-doubt show –
Where I didn’t want it to.

A cocktail of self-hatred
And happiness.
And it was imperfect.
And it was beautiful.

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