"Can I call you?"
"Yes but not now, I'm still finishing a pint"
she calls anyway
"Listen, I'm still at the pub, let me ring you back in five."
20 minutes later
I arrive home.
"Hi birdy. How are you?"
She hammers on about her ex-boyfriend
The things he's been doing
Asks my advice.
I don't want to hear it
I don't want to give any.
"Listen, I'm going to throw up.
I'll text you in the morning."
I climb the stairs
Place my head in the bowl
and release.
I wake up fully clothed
Feeling a little too much
Like Bukowski.
~Just a dood.
Love,
Digress.
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