Horrible night filled with horribleness
and nearly all of it feels like my fault.
can’t keep it down
couldn’t relax
couldn’t just take a bath
phone almost dead
can’t be listened to
trains can’t be trusted
even veins can’t cooperate
My timing sucks
trying too hard
to make it alright.
Phone charges while I stumble
in the dark
towards not the right theater
on not the Wright night.
But our paths finally cross
and the best photo is taken
which will sweeten this memory
as the horror fades
to dimly arousing afterimages.
Written by Jason Wright
September 20, 2018
For people named Aaron,
who somehow managed
to make this night less wrong.