we all have a martha
your only companion is a cigarette
and a flourescent light in the shape of an ashtray.
your bed is messy and your hair isn’t combed.
the shower has been lonely for weeks.
you are in the process of writing a book,
with pages scattered all over the floor,
on your mattress, on the table,
on the ceiling, etc.
your blue cd player is stuck on repeat
with tom waits’ closing time inside.
we all have a martha.
Luka.