She Has My Attention

Over the course of two days, I poured her 10 bourbons on ice and listened to her talk about her bleeding cancerous asshole and how she lost her house just to pay for the surgeries to cure her and re-enter a jobless world and a husbandless world because he died while she bled. She sat at the bar, wearing a diaper, drinking, afraid, alone. I left the lights on a little later for this one.