didn't have to try
the *** on top of
the fridge from texas
to suggest *** or
heavyweight championships
you laughed when I said
whiskey smelled like vanilla
and again when I took a swig
of apple moonshine and
cringed, yeah, not even
I can handle white lightning
consequently I started humming
that song by The Cadillac Three
the soundtrack to letting go of
waiting or worrying or wanting--

the chrysanthemums on my coffee
table have lasted about three weeks -
about the time frame of things that
need to go