First Class Training

May 4, 2009 § 12 Comments

drink

 

 

 

 

 

I have ADD, he says. Slyly slipping
his vulnerability in-between tequila
quips. Donkey, elephant, race.
Then the list: insomnia, Adderall, Klonipin,
impulsivity, marijuana, whiskey. 
One, two, three, four.  Just one more.
Me, my, I, ex, mess.  

Get in line, mess.  Join the
man too drunk to follow me home. Join
the lover who didn’t remember me
in the morning. Join the ex who
forgot his wallet on my birthday. 
Join the father who stumbled a ten
year old across the airport for her
journey home alone.

This girl’s had first class training on
tickets to nowhere.

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