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By Misti Date: 2004 May 21 Comment on this Work [[2004.05.21.07.03.1467]] |
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at work a couple of hours early on a Friday hung over, pounding head did we really say those words to each other yeah, I guess we did you said goodbye so easily the last time we fucked I was dry as the Gobi took a hot bath but you were sympathetic yesterday afternoon I could not stand being alone sold a stack of books for ten bucks and a book of poems by the lady Beat whose name I've already forgotten went to Louie's and had a beer and margarita and wings looking through the Alibi I thought This is What it Means to Be Single I am so fucking independent drinking alone in a pub on a Thursday right before rush hour then I went home and passed out woke up thinking of you drove to you and you were gone so I went crazy, like I do left a bitchy message on your machine drove to the Atomic met a guy named Jason who bought me a shot of Cuervo and gave me a Camel and the only joke about Texas he knew now we are through and it's real and I feel regret and shame and at least a dozen different things that seem familiar leaving me no other conclusion than I will survive you like I have survived all the rest. |