The night we got drunk
on a box of tiny Jack
bottles and nobody
said a word
at least not that I can remember
Angela's face got soft
like it was melting. This
happened.
We all met three
weeks later under the
premise of discussing
a book we had all read
and wanted to find
fascinating
but didn't.
No one would admit it.
It was like terrible
theater. We went on
and on, each one
smarter than
the next
until I just stopped
talking. From then on the
thing
I wanted to say was,
We know first
and foremost
that this life is a losing
battle. And it might get
worse before it
ends
but I knew that no one in their right
mind would say that
so for the rest
of the night
for the rest of the night
nothing happened
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