Elements and Whiskey

I drag the smoke into my clothes. Across the bar a familiar hand hits the table. Another one. People in black lace and tall boots, wearing themselves thin, wearing it all proudly. The crows calling outside, but they can’t sing louder than the saxophones. The people howl over the noise. Another one. Blurring together in…

Cheers

The liquor is being sipped at a continual rate of boredom and hopefulness. We’re gathered in a circle, sinking into fine leather cushions, pretending we are comfortable with our positions in life. But we’re all dreading the new semester, the government loans, the pressure to get our shit together. In silence we drink to the…