bad together
i have imagined you there out west where no one knows your story: free to make a new one, or none at all if that’s what you wanted. like everything else you’ve done it was incomprehensible and completely predictable, exactly what you’d expect from that guy, and when you came back everyone wondered why you hadn’t done so sooner. the last time i saw you was like every other time: you showed up unannounced, unsent for and knocking on a window to be let in. every time i see you, there’s something a little thinner, a little greyer, and i miss when we were Bad, together. as a special treat for not pressing you on any of it, you offered me this little fact: that a person would die of malnutrition eating only rabbit, they just don’t have what it takes to sustain a life.