A famous hitchhiker once opined that he never could get the hang of Thursdays. It’s beginning to seem as if I’ve caught some sort of Wednesday affliction, because this is back.
Let This Night Go Fast
You’re furious. I never taught you to sing. You carry rocks in your head and pitch them. Without warning. Happy drunk. You’re furious. I beg you for sin. I beg your skin. You buy a whore. Don’t give her water. You’re furious.
