day drinking

By Brooke Torrez

Shake your fist at the sky

because you've become what you despise

Turn a blind eye at everything I've done

and kiss me again when the sun rises up

I disappear to the other room

and you hear hushed voices through the halls

You don't move from your seat

Instead you become misty eyed and weak

that Johnny Cash tune fills the room to replace my absence,

and you gulp down another gin and tonic