Having a Problem
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Evidence: my esophagus a scorched field,
my stomach drowned men by the dozen. my head a zeppelin flaring, my eyes that of a man with a month in the hole. my elbows prize fighters in their twilight years, my knees child-dirty, my words my own language. I construct a mannequin from Vodka fifths and used Nicorette gum. I make a bet with myself as to who will fall first. I lose. I promise myself I’ll quit three and a half years ago. Make it four. |