2021.01.19
it’s over now
and I
can no longer
stand.
the whiskey seized my temples,
shook me,
I stumbled
my head like a bag of irons.
I crawled
down the stairs
while dialing
a black car
and out to the curb
where I laid on my back.
I waited there for a while,
There were black bags of trash nearby,
it was cold, and painful when the wind blew,
a group walked by
and two of them laughed
and one of them gasped
and I smiled,
but no one seemed to notice
and the car arrived
and we shuttled over the bridge
where the street lights flashed
on the bridge cables
and steeped the shadows
among the dirty girders
as rain began to tap
like thumbtacks
on the glass.
and then home
where puddles pooled
and again I crawled
keys at the building
keys at the apartment
and undressed in the dark,
damp and uncertain
and hoisting into bed
where it all immediately
let go.
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