her morning baptismal
standing in the shower
hard water streaming over head
travel mug grasped religiously
in her hands
as if left over vespers are being given
from the night before
thinking
she’s been drinking
smoking
eating
writing
reading
sleeping
way too much
but not fucking enough
and tomorrow she has to be in Cleveland
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4 replies on “vespers”
Dude. You are fucking great. Great enough to be called dude. Cleveland indeed… if you can’t fuck, write. If you can’t write, don’t fuck. Life’s simple rules.
Being a person who dudes and understands the spectrum of dude, I’m beyond honored to have you say that, Trent.
story of my life right now!
Misery loves company, my dear. Let’s get drunk.