See You in Seattle - Flipbook - Page 14
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The morning unravels, stinging my eyes.
Titos and into the shower
I go.
I give myself a hand.
Business lunch—
a Titos soda lime.
Run the gamut
and
another Titos soda lime.
Life was right on time.
We were dizzy and fast,
comfortable and slow.
I left Hollywood, the usual trope, the Ginsbergs, the funny smoke,
the Sinatras, the Dali Llamas, ring leaders and courthouse drama,
white women drinking matcha, stay at home honeys drinking wine,
baking focaccia—
The floor is lava, you know my ceiling. I’ve sealed my fate in kissing
your lips, wearing your trauma, staining the sheets of your life,
nursing the negligence, swallowing your trife.
I’m going to hurt you
I’m going to hurt you
I’m going to hurt you
the only way I know how.
