August 13th, 2011

David and I watched Mad Men and drank

Whiskey and smoked

Lucky Strikes and we yelled

Swag at the computer

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And in the afternoon when

I woke up, I felt worse than

before and David still drunk

stumbled through breakfast

and back to his house

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And today I’m reading

poetry and wondering why I

have nothing

to write about anymore

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And I decide on a love poem

or one where the lover’s been

rejected

but I wish I didn’t have to

write fiction

for my life to be

poetry

Tags: Poetry original