This is an improv off of "The German Army, Russia, 1943." What I really liked from this piece is the line "I know I'll fly apart soon."
It's four a.m on a Friday and I know I'll fly apart soon
from either the whiskey or the wings.
You're slumps asleep in the couch next to me and I sigh,
curious about your terrible, luminous eyes,
telling me that I'm the woman you don't want.
The woman you settled for in college-freshman year,
when we couldn't look each other in the eyes
because I blushed too much. I wish I never met you
every day but Fridays. Because on Friday
I drink whiskey and eat wings and not think about you.
But in the morning I am hung over and apart.
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