i paid you a fair wage to help paint these walls when you overdosed we could not wake you firefighters empowered to slap you into consciousness high on heroin with money you stole from me when i figured it all out i was blazing mad but thanked god for sparing your life
the road on which we traveled passed along and over the ridge. life all mistakes for a time before it leveled. we hit a diner. walked around. talked to random people. i am warmer in the cold, paradoxically, gambling the tax refund away… downhills are harder than the climb #katyamills
we set out. the sun was high in the sky. denver omelettes and coffee. we put chains on and headed up the mountain. you were chewing on jerky, i played with the chain on my neck as we talked it all out. the rivers were mighty carrying snow and dead skin down to the valley.