I'm too....

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.