in medieval times,
people believed that
all your feelings were stored
in your liver.
in the present day,
i drink because
i'm happy and
i deserve to celebrate.
i think these two
are connected
somehow.
if i ever tell you
i love you with all my liver,
i mean it.
and if i say that my drinking
is carving you a bigger place
to sit, then i mean that too.
livers can regrow themselves.
so too, my spirits.
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