I Am the Dawn of the Dead

Wilda Avenue


“Hey, James, come out and drink till you can’t stand up”

I really shouldn’t do that.

My dad thinks I’m a maniac—every morning this week—

And bless his heart…maybe I am.


And please, watch your step around my place—

my great heartache is scattered about like rotten wedding cake

that I exploded, and I know this…

I know that I’m just blowing it all out of proportion but…

I guess you’re right.

What’s another drink between lovers?


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