Oct3

Oct. 3 the first gloomy, overcast day in October the kind of day that invited you to the liquor store at 2:37 p.m. for discount wine the wind rustles the flannel that reminds you of the autumn you were last alive artificially in retrospect you burnt the cigarettes to pass the time you never enjoyed the stale smell on your fingertips were interwined for a time with broken souls much like yours offered the salve of salvation but you’ll never know and daddy’s losing track of the days mama quit drinking, she’s asking why I don’t pray