More
than I thought.
possible. Turns out
more
than I wanted to.
Turns out I’ve
gone through a lot
more
of that quarter
ounce than I
realized. It’s
almost
gone and so is
my car and most
of my money,
gone
just like Christmas,
spent mostly alone,
like a downtown wino,
nothing
much to live for, no
better place to go,
too many hours
left
before tomorrow
arrives, bringing with
it,…what?
Nothing.
When They Finally
Come through the door,
