100 Proof

I thought I heard you coming through the car radio,

en route to nowhere that really much matters.

Train Kept a Rollin’ and I didn’t change the station,

even though I’d rather step in soft dog shit with bare feet than

listen to

Aerosmith. You’d always loved

Aerosmith. Now I hate

Aerosmith cos you

don’t

love

me

anymore.

 

You’d always loved

booze,

too.

Why can’t I

hate the bottle, now,

too?

Perhaps I do, and that’s why

I

keep

drinking for

two.

Never have I ever let anything

best me.

 

Test me—

 

© 2019 Kindra M. Austin