mrzablowdowski

Pause.
______

Deep drunk country songs and guitar in the motel room next, the night we fought it to an end.
Small town wedding now twenty years past, understand there is no thing as a best man.
An intimacy not lost, all this time. A trust, never found. She is the best of friends.

I like to return this time of year. I didn't this year. I couldn't.

A small crawl through the crawl space to connect the furnace. It grows cold, colder every night.
Tufts of fur and bone, the remains of the last rest of once a feline friend, at last removed.
And consider my profile picture.

Roast a turkey.