day seven at madness manor
sexy…so not sexy
my house is sexy
forgive me my sins
i would better serve you
if i were
…if i buy it
will he come?
to my sexy
so i started being a “free-aholic” in the spirit of “freegans” …in that i am only drinking when the alcohol is free. so i’ve been mostly sober lately.
my ex husband brought me a six pack of strong beer when he came to take the minions.
this poem is the result of drinking two of those too closely together.
but i do feel very lonely. i look at myself, alone, and i feel such a profound pain. i think maybe my pain can be heard. like a siren’s song?
ah. a journal page for another day.
(this was written on day seven, but posted on day 12)