The Alcoholic


1.


I look at him                 He looks at me


As usual, he is pouring                 I say, Are you okay, Scott?


The pink wine goes into the purple coffee mug


He pours, he pours


A cornea of pink wine bulges over the mug’s lip

and onto and onto and onto the countertop



2.


Pink wine is now waterfalling from counter to floor


Still he pours the falling sheet of wine


Still I watch,

reality an unresolved chord


When he sees what he has done he runs

into the taut vacuum of Arizona night

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