I start every year with desire
thick braid of maybe tied around my head
The heart bloods the fingers to their tasks
The calendar winking its filthy progression
Every checked box is an impending excuse for another failure
Every friend a bartender with a free pint of congratulations
Tonight and every night we celebrate
having one less thing to celebrate
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