the sore throat

i taste each hop
as if i’d never
tasted one before

as sweat falls
down my brow
making roads
on my face

trapped in by
the brillo
pad that
is my beard

it’s 9 o’clock
the lights are
all out
in the house

i turned down
the heat but
the fever
persists

i continue to
drink
because of this
sore throat

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