A
guttural cry from somewhere
Why
is there orange in that beer?
I
smell something…
you
smell of
cigars
and
alcohol
and
loneliness
and
you
don’t
do
anything
i
see
everything.
The
smell lingers
of
regret and beeswax
of
vanilla and ink and
Do you know where your daughter’s
daughter’s daughter’s been?
Everyone
cares so goddamn much
everyone
cares so goddamn much.
