Tanked.
You showed up 6 pm already half in the tank.
Haggard, cigarette breath,
nicotine just oozing through your pores, then just smiled,
bellied up and sucked one down.
Ordered another and nursed it –
realized you shouldn’t have but too late: you already had “the look”
and a little dosido added when it was time to go.
I demurred, didn’t come with you,
completed your sentence and departed alone.
We’re in jeopardy, dear, because you’re in trouble deep
over your head and
I’m not going for a swim.
You’ve gotta surface and get a grip otherwise I’m shakin’ loose
to walk on dry land.
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