It’s Contagious

Dark corners, whiskey, and Looney Tunes.
Listening to how his life didn’t quite
crack up to what he wanted,
what’s the point he says.
I’ll be different I thought.
Now standing in the
cold looking down at
those golden spirits
glistering in the street light
fills me with the same
warmth and excitement.
It’s contagious the sadness,
there’s no solution
at the end of that bottle.
I know, like he knew,
but we do it anyway
I’ll be different I thought.
My eyelids begin to move,
I try to open them
but the sun is piercing,
I close them immediately.
My jaw begins to move,
vomit and blood is all I taste,
but we do it anyway.
What was may not be our fault,
but the Now our responsibility.

-mk

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