Weak Week
Bowls of sun wreck my pupils tarnished teeth Jail my jittery tongue. Whoa. Almost slipped, feet feel as naked, as tight shoes. Hallway rocks, as though aboard ship. Damn. She still sleeps I’m sticky down there. Lucky me, Last night. Whoa. What a state I’m in. What state Am I in? Marylyn, my wife not... Sign in to see full entry.