exhaustionSaturday morning and I want to spend my day drinking and smoking

not by myself but

not with other people.

I want to stay home alone and

wallow in self pity but

I want to go out and

maybe even get laid and

wake up on Sunday

exhausted,

hungover,

sated.

(I go back to bed.)

 

Monday night and I sing Chelsea Dagger

not by myself but

with my friends and ex-lover.

We drink wine until it runs out and

then drink rum and

somehow Monday becomes Saturday and

(it’s the best night I’ve ever had and)

I wake up on Tuesday

exhausted,

hungover,

sated.

Alive.

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