613

drunk on Christmas
my friend lost her
friend in the rain
miss it all
high on vicodin in your
therapist’s office

smoking until - wait
let’s start again
you’ll be passionate
I’ll be clean
someone will be anyway
what else is there
left - no, left, right
one two steps
I know
tripping on your favorite laces
where’d my brother go
where’d my time go

burnt letters and photos
past lovers in the sink
give me another winter
without cold
I know it’s not that bad