Inspired by a vending machine and a couple of poems read by Michael Dylan Welch…

Push push
drink now

The lamp is unplugged
you may not have this chance again

Push push
drink now

The floor is faux hardwood
it makes no sound

Push push
drink now

They’re out of the one you want
so you’ll have to drink something else

Push push
drink now

You will drown or sleep
when you wake will tell you which

(28 December 2018—posted December 29th)

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