untitled.


father has the whiskey smell again
breath reeks
i back away
he's in the corner snoring
drool slithering out the corner of his mouth
making a puddle
i press my ear to the floor
i can hear Jimmy's Dad
probably reading Him a bedtime story
happily ever after endings
can't make out what He's saying
but can hear His deep voice rumbling
i fall asleep
ear pressed to the cold cold floor


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