home life is a drag. turned the coffin in for a twin size 
bed. i'll pace this room all day - if you think i won't 
then make me, if you think you can. framing photos - 
waste. why swim alone in someone else's dirty wake? cold 
toes, new years eve. some shady parking lot, a stranger's 
house that i've never been in. still living on the corner 
of west end and the county line is inching closer. we 
were young when we first got it in our heads that moving 
that far north is not moving very far at all. the fear, 
the fear. season is closure, it's not me, it's not me. 
maybe it's not time to say this yet. cold toes. nothing. 
drink up. nothing. cold toes. nothing. drink more. 
nothing. and what of your old friends? where do they 
stand when it goes? where they stand when it goes down? 
nothing.