A Plea To The Martini

Please just wash it away.

You used to.

You used to gather up the blackness in my brain and flush it like the winter rains flowing into the sewer.

Please?

I'd feel better and go to sleep happy and wake up feeling like I was born again.

You haven't done that in awhile.

I wish you would.

Because the blackness...is sticking. I don't know what to do to dissolve it.

You used to dissolve it.

I hate you.

A customer told me today I made an important difference. I wish I could believe him. The next one asked me where the milk was.

I wish I could believe him.

I used to know the storm would pass.

Tomorrow I go in for more.

He said to the empty bottle.
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A Plea To The Martini
A Plea To The Martini
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