Saturday, January 23, 2016

 

Winter Tale


Jammy

didn’t know how to say goodbye.

The name had stuck from childhood, something
to do with pajamas.

One drunken night we taught him exit lines on
the order of Well, gotta get going. I’m already
in trouble with Cynthia, Belle, Brennan, Ruth etc.


...few more reasons of that imaginative ilk.

“But you guys don’t understand. I’m so ferociously lonely!”

We pretended not to. Pushed him out the door into a wind

of slanting ice.

Resumed.

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