as I pour myself a shot I hear the clicking and clacking
she puts a bottle of pills back into her shoulder-bag
“so, you’ve brought your pharmacy with you in there,” I say
as I down my liquor
“and you’ve got your pharmacy in that bottle,” she says
I come close to her and breathe whisky heavily in her face
she says, “I see we are beyond pleasantries,”
“we were beyond pleasantries…”
I begin, but she finishes:
“… when you sprayed come all over my stomach.”

Published by bernardsbarnes

Writer. Artist. Performer. A little boy dreaming of the stars.

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