i was all, im not sick, im fit as a fiddle.
she said i can even see through bs. how long have you been sick?
she had her hair up like i like it, a full tray of adult beverages including my favorite
a thick stout salt rimmed glass filled to the brim with margarita.
it was blue with a gold top.
or was that her.
i said for so long.
she said the only way out is through, but that you knew.
she asked why do you have two tvs in your bedroom
i said because i havent saved enough for the third.
even though we’re allegedly in the middle of el nino, it hadnt rained in a while and we even had the window open
the drapes floated in the breeze
and i hopped up to refresh the drinks.
all i knew was the kittens seemed so happy just snoozing on the leather couch in the living room not giving one care what was happening over there.
or over there