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the Spanish sun and a perspiring glass the relief of the Friday 5 of a 9-to-5 a warm catching-up cheers  and the loving rebellion of time for another a New Year’s Eve wish pop and powdery earth plastic cup fizz the happy drink and the easy stress easing drink the drink to close Monday the drink after everyone’s last drink  the warm flat can on a hot chocolate day the one or two drinks are okay for driving later drinking to put my kids to bed drinking to clean the house  drunk in a supermarket buying more drink and the company of drink I chose over you all I failed to notice that I wasn’t drinking to or for anything   I couldn’t think of a cheers because the drink meant nothing But yet my day started with a hope it would end with a glass And now I’m queuing in sobriety

Tesla wife still has her own hair -  a mined ring and solar panels -  a £1k kitchen stereo to listen to morning radio -  volume up for the 2000s club hit  She wanted a Range Rover but his company has an EV policy Tesla wife’s day is  working on and working out -  running after youth on a treadmill -  too dull for hobbies she reads magazines for the adverts and novels in which things throb she sees me in her rear view  in a 15 year old Honda -  an imprinted ring finger -  in 8:59 traffic -  and she stamps her pristine sole  onto the accelerator pedal messaging her husband  about a dream in which he’d cheated

we all have to live with the contents of our bins