At Least Seven Beers Deep
Are you busy?
Can you talk?
Do you feel
emotionally catered to?
No, no. It’s just me asking.
I’ve had a few to drink, eaten
less than I should’ve.
Do you keep a
regular journal?
Does that feel good,
that emotional release?
I wish I were more a writer,
like you. The way your brain works. . .
No, I couldn’t do it. It takes more,
means being emotionally evolved.
Honesty?
Yeah, I would struggle with that.
No, no, I’ll let you go. You’ve got
better things to do. I won’t bother you
any longer.
Yeah, talk to you soon.
Bye, McKenna.