Entry 406

After work,
I have escaped the
Dish pit,
Alive &
Scathed.
New burns
Birthed blisters;
Aplenty popped.
Living skin torn off.
Early enough to catch a bus,
Back East,
Not my home.
A friend offers their couch.
I am indebted
With gratitude.
Riding with a smile.
Fingers hurt,
Still, I must write.
Ride &
Write.
After hours alcohol
Left no ill intent, 
Still, I lament
Consumption.