“At the Bottom of Everything” 

It’s the Valium dripping down my throat that blurs the weather. What doesn’t crash soon will. It’s the reverb of Omaha that gives the Midwest a migraine. I hear he owns a bar now. I hear he called my old roommate, and that it took him three syllables to say Leigh. 

I used to listen to Iron & Wine to help myself fall asleep. Now, I walk through walls and crisscross the sun until I’m too tired to stand. Somewhere and everywhere, a baby cries. I miss the last Camel Light in the pack of Camel lights. Flipped upside down. Lighting cherry. Waiting for the luck that will never come.