Post traumatic

Hearing a car door slam still makes me jump. Hiding behind these sunglasses at the local corner diner I’ll probably die in this exact position just somewhere else.Pens on napkins and lipstick stained coffee mugs 12:00pm has a special place in my heart. How many sidewalks have you crossed just to show up late, or for a date with someone mediocre? God bless my mother this is the 7th time she’s called today my anxious attachment style coming at you live straight from the source. I’ve met so many people running marathons they aren’t even aware of. Sticking a smoke behind my ear I can meet you two blocks from here probably tomorrow. -AM