Forgiveness is a hell of a drug

Forgiveness is a hell of a drug

ADDISON KAY

I’m too thin so the river runs icy. You pulled me out and set me on the rock to dry. Then kept swimming. I was astonished, for the first time you knew I needed something different. To be warm. I’ve been escaping every second of my whole life. Have you heard this before? At the five- year I’m drinking a shit beer and my friends and I are determined to be fake drunk enough to be real. I’m still frozen so you catch my hand in the parking lot because I’m breaking down and I tell you not to touch me. You’ve got a job in the city and I’ve got a job in the city. That used to be enough, but Boston is a dreary town where people don’t even know their neighbors.