During this year's lunar eclipse Maggie Devers I misplaced my shot glassAnd over-poured my negronisOr what's it called with port instead of vermouth?It doesn't really matter.
We floated on togetherI booked tickets for DisneylandAnd wrote stories that confused meThe next morningIt doesn't really matter.
Except I woke up thirstyMe, perpetually thirstySoaking up the waterAnd drowning myself in ginWherever you go, there you areSo they say.
So here I amPulled by the moonLike the ocean's tidesFeeling out of controlIn these rhythms of my life.

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