33 hours

[katamaran]

breath smelling of smoke and blood
i come home
nose dripping
no one to put up with
no one
i smile
as i attempt to remember
days gone by
and i try so hard
to believe
that if i can last this long
i could last
a lifetime
or two
more than i should

i sniffle
and i trudge through my room
my buzz killed
by the ringing of the
telephone

it's her