Two Toasters - Dryjacket

I used to keep things

Late evenings endless and repeat until depleted

Still don’t know your name

We drink from hand-me-down kitchenware

One sided arguments

I’m waking up with new cuts

Another unfulfilling weekend

Casual cries for help and undertones of distress

Hold out your glass, I’ll pour until you say when

The unforgiving cycle home

I navigate familiar roads

Christmas lights to left and right

Set on timers to go off at night

Steering into parked cars, setting off alarms

Witnesses on porches with extended arms aiming towards me

I’m sorry

I no longer keep things

Late evenings reckless, repress until deleted

What is to be gained?

We toast with hand-me-down kitchenware

A lack of self-control

No ounce of moderation

It’s past the point to where it’s just sad

Shall we destroy ourselves with nothing less than top shelf?

Hold out your

glass, I’ll pour until you say when

I re-read the transcript we exchanged for twenty minutes

I re-read the transcript prior to deleting it