One Day in December

by Josie Silver

I’m not a bitch though; or maybe I’m just a quiet one inside my own head. Isn’t everyone?

Maybe it’s the wine she’s drunk, and it’s probably the beer I’ve sunk, but I think I could be good friends with this girl.

Sometimes you just need someone to tell you what to do,

I don’t think I’ve even registered how low I’ve been because you have to keep on keeping on, don’t you?

There’s something about living in a different place that allows you to be whoever you want to be.