Pour Me One More (Poem)

Taking turns are my memories

Tripping over dense rocks of insincerities

Forgetting to open doors, choking on the floor

Pouring cups of more

Shitfaced on the floor

My head feels like crushed rocks.

Throwing her head back, downing a glass once more

Bracing for collapsing on the floor

Throwing curse words on a Sunday

Crying, kicking and screaming, pour me one more

Wine burns my throat

Bubbles form in my throat

I swallow several times

Doubles over

Wine and warm stomach fluid slap the floor

My diamond ring rests near the leg of which the coffee table stands

Crashing into Mondays

Screaming, why’d you leave me?

                   Pour me one fucking more

(© 2020 Andrew Cyr)

 

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