Sipping Whitney
Jack Ludkey
There’s something I wanted to ask you, something I need to know, in case things go south and I need to vouch for your character. It’s important, Are you a good girl or a girl's girl? We can’t trim it just right anymore or cut more than we think is necessary we messed up the sheets and they still haven't recovered I met once a toothless bum who needed money for the bus. He told me he lost his teeth in a riddle he couldn’t remember the answer to and that stuck with me a little bit, He name dropped dead names. cities he had flitted through Boise, Buffalo and Brooklyn but what really stuck with me was that after I had given him the money for the bus He watched the bus stop for him And let it pass by You were nicer to me when we first met and I had something to give you. I asked you to show me something new, and then something old and then something I never wanted to see tight fisted rolling over gagging on latex the fish upstream are getting bored of us I rot around town in the backseat of my car sipping Whitney you dip a sour tongue out the window trying to catch a flake of salt I smile and you smile at my smile but we are smiling at different things, The cat knew it was over before us, it hated the utilitarian lifestyle we gave it and tried to explode its stomach with nutrient rich kibble. The drapes remained open. We had stopped fucking for good. The cat won in the end, poisoning itself on the flea relief medicine. The words came one after the other in a thick stack I had been making life difficult for many people Spending all my strikes on ruthlessness reminders of how cruel I could be A perfunctory debt hung in the fog clutching clutchers waned for direction up, down, sideways somewhere to go There is a scratch at the door And a hollow tap at the window I wander now a ghost walking through bright lit halls I thought I was teaching people about love ; the whole heart Had I been there and back ? I hope so All I can say now is how nice it feels to let go Give your burning hands a long break from the rail When the ground comes up there isn’t much to feel blades are much softer at freefall. Unfortunately, we learn 10,000,000 bodies later That it’s not sex we are addicted to just clarity
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