October 18, 2021

New Year’s Morning in Mystic, Connecticut

I wake up lipstick-smeared in someone’s bed.Black coffee bites my tongue, still stung with wine,flows down the broken throttle of my throat;its acid slithers through my small intestine.I crouch in the kaleidoscopic dawnan animal, afraid to move, still drunk.I look around at what must be the roomof a kid brother ‒ but whose house is […]

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