FROM MISCONCEPTIONS OF HELL:
On the floor wrapped in a crocheted blanket that was given to him when he was ten, Jack sits.
Every bottle in the house is empty and Jack sits
Jack is depressed; Jack is sad, Jack doesn’t want to stand up.
Jack wants some magic fairy to swoop in, wave a magic wand to make Jack happy again.
The closest Jack has found to a fairy is a bottle.
Ten bottles, eleven bottles, twelve bottles.
Jack doesn’t know how to be happy anymore.
Jack wants a way out.
Jack wants to pay his bills.
Jack wants a woman, Jack wants everything.
But Jack doesn’t know how to make it happen.
The closest he’s come is another bottle.