Posted: December 16, 2010 in hidden admonishment
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bed linens – white

After tucking Sammy in for the night, I looked at my math
my chemistry
two books and a play
all stacked up and patiently waiting.

I tapped through the inputs on my monitor.
Fuck it, I’ll just go to sleep…
so I did.


I could taste the bourbon.

Two years ago and three years back
I met you on a morning like this
when you were in love
(maybe you still are)
and I fell out of balance with solitude.

22 and 33 later
I’d fucked myself completely.

Now what?
You drink scotch, and I…well, I only dream up the memory of bourbon.


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