Hands Clean…..Alanis Morissette
She sat at her kitchen table, downing her third martini; it's two in the afternoon. She was staring at the photo on her end table wondering if he ever thought of her. She tried not to be bitter, but it was all so messy.
He sat at home in New York pent house apartment and drank his third beer. He sat in the oversized chair and took a long drag on his ever present cigar. As he set his bottle down the poster on the wall caught his eye. He stared at the pin up photo and wonder briefly if she ever thought of him. He wished that things between them were so upside down, but what the hell did he know anyway.
