I smoke a joint while we finish our coffee sitting at the table in the sun. It's a pleasant ritual. And it won’t be any better than this all day so I try to drag it out as long as I can. But the minutes tick off like seconds. I leave reluctantly.
Head on a pillow and clothes on the floor I sweat and shiver, something is wrong. I want someone to call, to come save me, but the woman who used to won’t and the one that will is too far away. This is my future, drool going cold on the sheets, muscles stiffening. I pass out hoping I wake up. I need to make things right.
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