This is coping

THIS IS COPING (D A D G A E)

This is coping, he told me last night as I unstuck my hands from the bar. He spat in my eye but I didn’t flinch.

This is coping and he has a point. But I wonder how he’s coping his morning. I hope someone somewhere is bringing him bacon and eggs. I would if I had a spare ten bucks.

 

He told me a story about chairs. How he threw them at someone at the Lass. And he put his arm his partner.

She is driving to Hat Head next week to bury her placentas in the backyard of a house her great-grandfather built. They don’t own it anymore. It’s an Airbnb now. I chewed on ice until my face hurt.

 

This is coping; I am coping the best I can.

This is coping; I am building a fence.

When I close my eyes sometimes it feels like all the lights go out.

I’m just choking on my breath. I’m just choking on my neck.

I am coping the best I can.