the novel

I’m going to write a novel
but it will only consist of one page
for you see,
I don’t have the energy
or concentration
or belief
or creativity
to construct characters; much less a story
that will make any sense beyond the first page.

For this, is my novel:
I drank. I smoked. We fucked. I came.
She didn’t. I smoked. We smoked.
I slept.
I woke up. She was gone.

I loved her. I don’t believe the love was reciprocated.

I died..alone. As we all do in the end.

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jonathandeanrichie

Recently moved back to the States after living 16 months in Vietnam. I write to remove the thoughts trapped in the cobwebs of my psyche before the spider envelopes me whole.

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