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In the dream my therapist, with my permission,
pours me a vodka tonic
spiked with a roofie and hypnotizes me.
When I come back to myself,
my friends are there,
but the therapist is gone.
What did I say? They heard it,
but won’t tell, but are concerned.
They want to take me to get a reuben,
because I like reubens, and because sauerkraut
wards off scurvy. Like tonic for malaria,
one friend says. I say, Before we go,
let’s find that vodka.
Now I’ve made them sad.

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