The Day I Thought I Might Have A Drinking Problem
Katie Haley
Some spit clogged in my hair and snot dripped down to my mouth.
A ground spinner in the shape of Saturn which promises its rings are sexier than all the emperor’s concubines combined, than all of your wishes fulfilled. Poppers and fountains. I think my boss’s daughter groomed me. Rich kid calling in the help to get on his knees and pleasure his betters.
I didn’t want anyone else’s cynicism rubbing off on me and diminishing the essences’ effects. I knew, I had to believe.
I asked him to bring me some nachos from the mini mart he worked at. We had rebound sex on my futon.
Some spit clogged in my hair and snot dripped down to my mouth.
Sadness pervades. That's of course nothing unusual, sadness and poetry are bosom buddies.
A giant home, all cubes, angles, and no soul. Whose party? Whose house? There was a man who resembled Jesus on cocaine floating around in a scarlet bathrobe. His name was Maximus and he said he does IP acquisitions. Why’s everything in this town so damn vague?
Love is like a museum. You have to look around, experience things, and then leave.
"I loved reading Exit, Carefully. It’s unusual, and in my opinion exciting, to publish a play without previously receiving a major production."
-Walker Caplan, Lithub