I thrive on drama like a...

Dirge digging dive-bomber…

With a full head of steam…

A barrel-chested beer blaster…

Beaming out his dreams…

A letter-pounding lead head…

Following his own screams…

Along the way I became co-dependent in my own wake of heartbreak, hospital bracelets, love letters, blog posts, unopened cans of Fancy Feast, medication, numbness, and submission to all but the blinking cursor. Bye. For now, anyway. R.I.P. Nancy. Thanks, Ann. Thanks, Joe.