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6 years ago

Haunted

I count his beers surreptitiously, always laughing always smiling until the third when I speak - and my voice is that of the drunk's wife; my voice is as light as an empty tin can.

"You gonna be ok to drive?"

The drunk's wife speaks in tongues, catches subtle cues others ignore. The drunk's wife flinches at the bitter foam on her boyfriend's lip, and watches relentlessly.

Tonight I have trouble remembering who I am.


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