that first beer

sometime around thirteen

stolen of course

nobody wants to give kids booze

be found responsible

for the fun

& it settled in

like I was born to it

that beer buzz lighting my brain

soft as a memory

bright light lifting

ending the pains

of being that loose end kid

made sense of why adults

did this

& wondering what else

they were keeping from me

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