sketchy wednesday afternoon notes

on the floor
i trace the outlines of the dent in the wall from my heavy black boots
that i made
after you left
roll onto my side
close my eyes and breathe
imagine the texture of the carpet as my new best friend
familiar
irritating
a little dirty
my life becomes a procession of bruising my mouth to make the words that will make you come. that will make you stay. i write these lines in my head over and over. stuck like the dreaded chorus of some over dosed song. like the lifelong taste of nicotine. loaded words like revolvers.