Just near empty bottles
of very good whiskey
2 women and I drank
during the course
of a week that ended
with us not speaking
to each other since.
I put roses like those
I steal from the neighbor's
garden in said bottles
as a reminder
there is much beauty
in this world.
Even with the women gone.
The knife one of them
threw at me for looking
at her friends legs remains
on the floor where it landed
after hitting the wall and
missing me by a foot.
A reminder that
any Christams
even for a man with little
to lose can be more
curious than planned.
When it extends to
New Years Eve.
I/he does not mind
the things they stole
or borrowed with ill
intent.
“I'm never fucking
you again,” she said
“and you ain't fucking her neither”
were her parting words
as they stumbled ouside
to the snow
Ending his one affair
since his divorce
three years before.
All the bottles empty
after he downed a double
straight.
He found himself
still reaching for
what lingered sweet
long enough to be
savored...
Ten years of marriage
most good until
the end..
His wedding ring
lost in a desk
alongside knowledge
his wife pawned hers.
He placed a comically
large seashell to ear
just to hear the sea
scream for the past
like him
on most days.
