He comes home a wreck at 3 AM
bruised nose and blood all down his shirt
reeking of alcohol and sex. He says
I fucked up, I know, I fucked up
but can’t remember what he took
that makes his pupils so wide
that makes his pupils so wide
and his whole body tremble. He says
I’m sorry, I’m sorry
between gritted teeth
while he tries not to throw up
(again)
on the bathroom tile. The man
I’m sorry, I’m sorry
between gritted teeth
while he tries not to throw up
(again)
on the bathroom tile. The man
in whose lap he eventually falls asleep
says nothing at all.
Only Fragments 