the dreams of drunks are the strangest and often most beautiful It’s what he came to think this morning after he woke up with the empty glass under the blanket Surely it was that glass and the liquor in his guts that made him dream of a frozen woman, clear as glass She smiled at him with diamond teeth and stooped like only a professional stripper could next to his limp body She rolled him onto his belly and his limpid, numb eyes watched her grow an icicle from between her legs but they closed by the time she carved a hole into his liver and began to fuck him until the ice melted That was a nice dream, he concluded And tonight he’d go to sleep with two glasses and a bottle under the blanket
dreams of drunk men
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