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Dylan Catalano Mar 2015
I see no numbers
hers is the only figure.
She's my addition.
2.9k · Mar 2015
Fishnet
Dylan Catalano Mar 2015
As the party dies down
and the beer has been drunk
we sit on the couch and talk.
Her lips move
but her eyes speak.
I lose myself in their conversation.
Her fishnet covered leg finds me.
She doesn't move it and I'm glad.
"Why is the beer gone?"
1.9k · Mar 2015
Veins
Dylan Catalano Mar 2015
Veins are mere highways.
Transit for blood from the heart,
heartache dispersal.
785 · Mar 2015
Untitled
Dylan Catalano Mar 2015
I hover over mountains
eroding them away
finding myself
in their glass foundation
eyes watering, nose running
like some sobbing child
my pride hurts from the sight
but then it hits
and the confidence flows
faster than the whiskey
had ever allowed
Work in progress.
593 · Mar 2015
Untitled
Dylan Catalano Mar 2015
You are the last gulp of whiskey,
the drag that melts the filter,
the insatiable ache in my head the next day,
and the next, and the next, and the next.
517 · Mar 2015
No need for drink
Dylan Catalano Mar 2015
Her quivering breath
is like five shots of whiskey-
intoxicating.
455 · Mar 2015
Behind bars
Dylan Catalano Mar 2015
Trapped behind the bars
of a bare loose leaf prison
no key, just a pen.

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