this morning #52.

this morning, she puckered up. she had lucked out, got by with a little help from her friends. as events had unfolded, untold numbers of suitors had shown interest the previous evening, but she travelled in stacked packs. when she started to feel woozy, sarah was there. when she stumbled out of the bar, her purse dangling loose from her shoulder, sarah was there. when she fell on the floor of her bedroom with a thump, fully clothed & full of liquor, sarah was there. sarah was gone now though, back to jersey & her husband and two-year-old, leaving her alone in her fourth-floor walkup, only partially aware of where she was now or then..