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This Brings the Total to Zero.

Let the smoke settle in this abandoned hotel I call my life. Let the stench of commuter grief and train delays lessen in my time here on this vessel. I walked into this dive bar, with a bunch of long faced tyrants.

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photo © Teo J. Babini

Let the smoke settle in this abandoned hotel I call my life. Let the stench of commuter grief and train delays lessen in my time here on this vessel. I walked into this dive bar, with a bunch of long faced tyrants. I saw a barstool that seemed to be glowing in that personalized name plate sort of way. Like a new necklace around a woman’s neck. Then there she was, as she always was, a look of infinite glory and failure. I’d never seen here before, nor had she seen me. She said: “What will you have?” I was silent. She said louder: “Poison?” I stared upwards…

photo © Teo J. Babini

“Whiskey neat.”, I bellowed. Threw my journal on the bar, she pointed, I nodded, I drank, she ran through every page in freight train love. The bar cleared out. We talked for hours… Fucking hours. I was loaded. I got up and asked her: “How many men do you give your number to?” She replied: “This brings the total to zero.” She slid her number to me. I waited till I got outside to open it. I walked to a tree, and I urinated on it. I walked. I walked home smiling…. I got to my door and I opened her napkin, her name, her smell, all over it.

It read: “Summer 917-544-xxxx”, and my eyes welled up. I cried. I cried and I drank. I took the number into my writing room and I masturbated. I never finished. Like always.

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