I've had enough
of the effects of alcohol
and the efforts of seeing straight.
Congratulations,
you're pregnant.
This is all coming out wrong.
But my hands are cold
and I'm covered in dust.
Introducing
"Welcome Home".

We're wrapped up
and tied in knots.
What else can I say?
You're almost home.


PS- Dear Myspace,
I hate you.
You create drama
and fakes.

Worry not.
You cannot lose
what is in your heart.

Amazing.