too many amputated feelings.
I can't reattach them with werds.
these are the kind of nights I love...
after.
Ted Danson called me.
two poetry readings.
a shot of old bourbon.
another phonecall.
I was there.
right?
for real.
with wisdom in my skyrocket.
and ignorant love in my smart heart.
I was there.
with you.
in a drifting bargain bin.