Sunday April 7, 2019
When She Leaves Me
James Wyatt, JR.
They sat there on the curb
him, in his own piss, her holding blood. Where could they go at this desperate in the morning. He shivers.
“If we go back now, we’re fucked”
“Nobody is going back. Nobody is even talking about it, do you hear me? “
“I said ‘if.’ To remind us that we could go back and we’re not.”
“I can’t do this by myself.”
“I’m not going. “
She pushes open the door to the room. It stays open, falls off the track.
“Throw your bag over to keep it shut.”