i wasn’t going to drink tonight but life never turns out the way you plan it. 
i have to catch a plane this weekend. 
i have to write a paper on the difference between an individually constructed self and a self that is formed by
environment and circumstance.
i hear coyotes and owls every night. 

i feel airplanes vibrate the walls. 
the sun shines in my approximate space but never directly through any of the windows.
you’re here. 

i kiss you all the time.
you take your meds and fall asleep early. 

i sit in the dark and drink slash write slash breathe.
i only look old when i smile.
all of the corners in my face reveal themselves. 

those wrinkles snuck up on me. 
everything did.