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May 2015
I'm lying on the bed, it's a cold day.
I'm in my robe,
and some blue sweats
and the black tee shirt I wore to work
at 4am.  
i'm struggling with consciousness when she comes into the room
and wants to talk
about wine
and the new decorative fan she brought home
"What was the brand of wine our neighbors bought us" she asked
           I don't know
The cat jumps on the bed
"You don't feel like talking"
I'm tired I said
Not quite with it right now I added
"Well, I'll let you off the hook.  You don't have to go buy tampons."
A Whisky Darkly
Written by
A Whisky Darkly  California
(California)   
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   Azaria
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