899 V
stumble to the door
my boots don’t work
hammered
but the dark doesn’t help
no
she’s afraid she has skin cancer
she sleeps on her side
over the blanket
no
everything sticks to the ground
it’s not even winter
no
she says I’m balding
that I probably look
like my father
i turned all my photos
face down so there’s
a question of
what’s true
no
all her friends have
smoking habits
but they hate mine the worst
no
together
we had a dream of a
thousand trees snapped
in the wind
and old dogs barking
at their owners
with kids not old enough
to drink
swallowing liquor
pointing at their apocalypse
no
I hear you
