Camera A, Camera B

I don’t know why the bottle slipped.

I can try to think about it and find

Various reasons as to why I lost my grip,

But the simple fact is neither of us

Will be able to recall the situation

Correctly.

That’s the beauty of the story.

We can paint any face, feature and

Background we’d like.

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Granted I was drunk.

But more than likely I was listening

So hard I tried to grip the glass neck

And couldn’t do both at the same time.

Either that or I was holding it and

Tuned in so well I lost my focus.

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You tell me

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It’s six in the morning and I am

Going back to sleep.