So very thirsty

February 24, 2010

Red plastic cups and cigarette butts
Friday night’s flip cup
If you can still count keep drinking
Wobbly knees and forgotten memories
Tumbling into rules on heels
Shattering them into bits silently
Taking advantage of late night hours
Driving thru Obeseville, USA
Giggles and vomit threats
Or following the other ending
Involving boys and splitting up
But always reconvening at Sunday lunch
Blurry and nauseous
Next to church announcements
And Sunday bests that have no clue
Where these bruises came from
Until I exhale the breath
That was inhale-exhaled toward the top
Forts ought to be strong and keep them out
But we made ours with linens
And didn’t plan on anyone
So we made mac and cheese
And kept our guard down
The clang still rings
As that bottle hit the ground
Unheard pitch that promised an end

Somehow I want it back.


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