she drank only Teachers Scotch
with me, and only with me she said

a half truth--she drank
only Teachers, but with any slurping soul
who had the time  

the fraction of that lie stuck in my gut
waiting for our Scotch, our Teachers Scotch,
to wash it down, to flush it through a black hole
to some yawing universe that only existed
in the last drop of the last bottle
from the last oaken barrel of...
Teachers Scotch

I did not expect the truth from her
except I loved pretending it was there
waiting to roll from her tongue into my empty ear
along with the scent of the fine whiskey
she drank only with me
(but never all of thee)