the beer
will leave its stain
on everything it can
my shirt
your shorts
our hands
stickiness left as a reminder
that something exciting
much like a tornado passed through
we promised ourselves nights light these
they are gifts from the gods of homework and the bullshit of gerʻs
now we built camaraderie out of our tolerance
mark our names on the walls
floor
tables
anything that might help us remember
that we were here
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