spiritual

ten thirty at night

passed out pissed on the sofa

she’d arrived drunk to get drunker

like when in Pamplona

vodka drunk ten thirty in the a.m.

stranded asleep on a street corner

clutch bag contents strewn

there at her feet

I pick up her bag this time

putting back car keys

tampons lipstick

half bottle of vodka

a youth train pass for a miles barker

then a tear stained letter

which I know I should not be reading

but I do

Miles I want you to understand

I love you in a spiritual way

feeling our souls tied together

it rambled on with more guff like that

so I put it back

with all the other shit

feeling sorry for the kid

his tangled mess to come

& got to thinking

working out how long

she’d be asleep before

I could throw her spiritual ass

through the door

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