Everything's a mess. I sleep but don't undress. Drinking all but the Tia Maria. . I never finished any of these books. Hanging open like house plants.
I was sitting there watching TV. Wendy came and sat on my knee. She put her finger in my ear. But I pulled it out so I could hear. . What the newsman on the television said.
Your tear walked down from my fingertip. Like a ladybug sidetracked from it's fated trip. We never got to the touching and feeling. 'Cause the skin's too sensitive when the wounds are healing.