was told once that you just have to shoulder it and get on with your day but this morning I got stuck on the way to the shower. Doubled over on the bathroom floor. Everything wanted to come up. The smell of your shampoo. Waking up next to you. Your love letters. The bridge of your nose. Your red coat. Everything wanted to come up but the vodka. So I let it. I was told once that’s what you’re supposed to do. Throw everything up. Throw everything out. Go back to bed. Sleep until it’s over.
