24 Hour ChipA Poem by Abigale LeCavalier
24 Hour Chip If there were ever a time for a Miller Lite I guess it would be now, and a cigarette, and a shot of Wild Turkey. Celebrating even though you shouldn’t, but slipping comes easy all you need is the excuse. Any excuse will do. Take a ride downtown on a trolley, or the city bus, looking for some action and finding it. Just another day with your head between your hands. And tomorrow there’s a meeting, another 24 hour chip to add to the collection. Then a whiskey sour two doors down. It’s all the things you think about, when you are in line buying wine for a buck. And it’s only 6 in the morning, but the line in this liquor store, is always here. © 2010 Abigale LeCavalier |
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Added on November 24, 2009 Last Updated on August 30, 2010 Tags: women, trans, tgirl, transgender, transsexual, MTF, FTM, GLBT, LGBT, queer, gay, transition, poetry, poem, real life, bi, gay pride, Abigale Lecavalier, Abby LeCavalier Author
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