Part IV · Memory
Dive
i was at the only bar
i knew you could smoke inside.
with my guitar in the booth,
rehearsing my lines.
terrified & excited.
i would finally get to be on stage
at my favorite old dive bar,
& no one would remember my name.
so i sang
& drank way too much.
& woke up with a tattoo
over my heart.
the lyrics of a song
made my own.
“i ain't afraid of dying,
cold & alone.”