To: My widow

To: My widow

that song.

oh, that song.




tonight.

goodbyes are never good.
thank god for this pup.
and
whiskey.

i can recall.
the times.
i cried.
while making love.



without trying.
without ever trying.
love.

like an explosion.

friday song.

whiskey cider.
tecate.
whiskey cider.

walking bikes
past
masturbating squirrels.

$12 box of magnums
from target.
to prevent
criminal babies.

in the back seat of a mustang.
in brooklyn.

my bedroom smells like hippies.
and
someone punched a hole in my door.

sometime forever ago.

no heat for 8 days.
douchebag landlords.

marijuana cigarettes.

cheese sandwich.
yarn.
puppy dog hoodie.
knit hats.
keys.
scissors.
crochet hook.
laptop.
snots.
chap stick.
netflix.
prayer beads.
and
a confederacy of dunces.


what time is too early?






never is too late.

Caitlin Rose - Sinful Wishing Well from LaundroMatinee on Vimeo.

2 days
48 hours
2920 minutes
175255 seconds.

once. once. once.

let's not fuck around.

Fuck you.

Lesson learned this week:

Friday night debaucheries are way more fun than Thursday night debaucheries.

there is something about the name

Morgan

something.


for the past 2 years, this name has been coming up in the most profound situations.


it
must
mean
something.

drastic shifts.
in life.
hard to stomach.

it always affects my stomach the worst.

memories of a brooklyn day will fill me with warmth.
because.
i was there.
and
i could feel.
it.



at least
it gave
me something
different
to write about.


at least
it gave
me something
to be
delusional about.


at least
it gave
me something
to
smile about.

if only for one month.