Monday, April 2, 2012

Sec


Dry salami, dry air, dry clothes, dry county, dry your eyes, dry the dishes, dry humor, dry mouth, dry personality, dry socket, dry drunk, dry fuck. Now I have said it too much and it has lost it’s meaning.

There are no more tears (for now). There is no more bourbon. There is not a wet soul in this house. You leave me dry. That’s what I wanted to say. Maybe I even said it.

I am trying to find a light—this little light of mine—a light in the middle of this dark, tedious mess that is my life and my love.  More shrinks, less coffee. 

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