14/12/2025
it was december 14th and i was drinking, alone
in my bedroom. i had just gotten off the phone with my ex-boyfriend,
who said i was beautiful. i was waiting for a call from the boy in stockbridge.
i hadn’t spoken to him for a week and missed his gentle voice.
loneliness had taken hold of my common sense, go figure,
i prayed for nights like these, once. i prayed to be
that woman in the film whose title i don’t remember;
her lowest point was all booze and smudged mascara and sex.












