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The champagne lingering in the driveway of his eyelids ransacks the minibar of his depressive tendencies. A suffering insufferable dandy with a corduroy smile spills the cough syrup on the window sill and walks through a non-smoking floor with an unlit cigarette giggling in between his teeth. The stained carpet mutters that he’s a homeless homesick and the tears sticking to the glass table know it already. So he sits back on a fatigued settee and pours himself a dubious drink with a parking lot view. So he sits back uncomfortably with his heart a little tight and he tells himself that it’s just another sick day.
sick days | © Margaux Emmanuel
clumsy town boy
Your heart
is stuck
in a long
car ride
edging
an endless
desert
empty
road
in 1973
sitting in
the backseat
reading Kerouac
butter-colored
baseball cap
no watch
timeless
wrist
high school
bomber jacket
covering a
white shirt
a chagrined
blue bra
his
aviator
Ray Bans
sliding down
the bridge
of its nose
listening
to the cassette
of a shattered
existence.
Two years
thousands of miles
away
he’s still
the one
appearing
in the
highway landscapes
ghostlike
you can almost
smell
his cologne
you thought
that you had
written
the last act
of that
tragedy
licked the seal
of that envelope.
But the trunk
is still
full of his
letters
the cursive ink
bruises you
at night
oh
the clumsy
town
boys
they really
mess you up.
© Margaux Emmanuel