Friday, January 02, 2009
No Bottles To Break
No Bottles To Break -- Just Hearts
That summer, we drifted from hope
to despair, bad movies, long fights
about nothing. Zombies, reanimated
from the past, nothing left but shells,
the bodies. Nobody saw it coming. I
thought a lot about the ruins of lives
I'd seen, my grandparents' trailer,
detritus of a marriage gone off the rails.
I prided myself on having the sense
to hide my own bottles, the bruises
didn't show so much. The siren
songs of numbness, of tomorrow.
I hope to forget this.
Michelle's Spell of the Day
"Everybody has a gun in their car in Detroit." Jim Harrison
Drinking novel suggestion: Calling Mr. Lonely Hearts by Laura Benedict is here. I heard her read a portion of it -- fantastic stuff! Prepare to be scared out of your wits! Her first novel, Isabella Moon, has also gone into paperback. Please get out and buy one or both of these books -- hey, you know you got some gift cards for Christmas; this is the time to use them!
Benedictions and Maledictions
Happy Friday! Thanks so much for all well wishes for my recovery. You guys are the very best!