Don’t Touch!

vodka tinged tendrils reach from the drunk’s mouth to
grab hold of the knot in my chest…
The knot I did not know was there
The knot that has already loosened itself throughout my body
And threatens violence upon those who tug without care…
Watch it son,
I’m not dancing with my father
Anyway old man, you ain’t my pops
And yes, worry, I’ll be taking the lead.

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