Despite all my warm layers of clothing, the routine of Vitamin C, the constant orange juice and grapefruit juice, I’ve apparently been doomed tonight to cross from the old year to the new with a cold.
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.
