It’s such a strange
feeling
when you suddenly
realize
that you might be
in it deep
and you
might be really stuck
this time.

At least
there’s all this
Company
down here.

We’ll be just fine.

The glass isn’t half full
It’s not half empty either
It’s completely, dried out
Utterly bare and empty
I’m spitting in it
Scraping pencil shavings on top
Churning it into a moist residue
Caking the bottom of the glass
Charcoal mixing with saliva
I have nothing left to articulate
Rinse and start over
Tomorrow’s another day
Maybe I’ll care then, maybe I won’t
But at least I’ll have forgotten that I should