May 27, 2010


the teeth of the machine grind you up slowly

fuck it let's all smoke cigarettes she says
(she's exhausted)
what good is it anyway all this all this static
all this being proper and virtuous and careful
banging your head against a steel wall
let's all smoke fuck it
and she collapses on the bed softly
i pull the covers over her
she moans something but it doesn't matter
it will be there for her tomorrow
i shut off the lights close the door
pour three fingers of cold gin
and sit down in the dark


Lx writes fiction on (S)wine: ShortLeanCuts, and has been published in The Legendary, Trick With a Knife,, and Girls With Insurance. He is usually rejected by all the others.

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