The bottle of beer is pushed
against the wall.  I breathe in and out.
Tempted...to do what?  To become
intoxicated.  
Wear a lampshade on my head?

What about the morning?  What regrets
will I have? No memories,
just a headache.

The beer calls my name. Drink me, it says.
I say, No thank-you.  Come on, you know
you want to, it whispers.  

I shake my head
and cover my ears. I'm not listening.
I won't be seduced.  I take the bottle
in my hands and pour what's inside
down the drain.
  
That's one for me.  
We'll do battle, again.  
But today victory was mine.