so many (re)inventions

she never used
a church key
to puncture her way
into a carbonated escape

vaguely recalls
those hazards
of running around barefoot
she regularly ignored

tear strip or Sta-Tab
all the beer and soda cans
she opened to pour the precious liquid
down her throat

got her here
where everything
becomes something else
to survive

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