As long as I have the time to write and the money to keep this apartment another month another winter another year then I’m doing good because in the past I did so poorly. Fail magnificently in your youth so whatever comes to pass is a success. Even from the gutter you can see the sun. I drink a cup of coffee before I go to a job that's killing me.
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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