Blue
Blue mug, blue plates, blue bowl, all packed up, carefully stacked and placed in my footlocker. Threw all my work and notes into the leftover cardboard boxes from the past two years. I sat down on my papasan chair one last time in this apartment, reached into my pocket, and pulled out my last twenty that I got from Shaft. On my desk, emptiness except one dutch. This is it, last time, right? Time to celebrate.
Right. Last time.
Slice it, break it, dump it, stuff it, lick it, roll it. Light. Puff. Puff. Drink, puff. Cigarette, light, smoke, puff. Cough. Drink, puff. Stop writing, puff, stop, puff, high, bye.
