—I JUST CAN’T GET IT OUT OF MY HEAD

 

 

Keith

 

was in love, but he busted a front tooth on his own stool and got thrown out of yet another bar.

He had exactly one friend, Henley, and Keith called him, while his face burned like hell from literally being thrown to the curb.

There was no answer, and so Keith howled like a hyena at the irony, symbolism and deep meaning of that, how we are always all alone, dying inside and out, reaching for something we want that doesn’t want us back, writhing in a midday sun that needles our fresh wounds until we are too stupid to make sense of the world, heading somewhere else for another last drink of hope.