Short Stories and Poems

Screwed Up Tuesday

droplets of heat penetrate my skin

chilled by first time air conditioning. 

Stomach like a rotten apple-


attracting bad thoughts like flies. 

Thinking about Judy Garland- her last half-hour-

Seeing her mascara-stained pillow

hearing her last exhalation. 

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