Why’d ya open up two? she asked. Two what? Bottles of wine, she said. I didn’t think you’d like what I was drinking. Lifting my glass she said, It’s bitter.
After a while she asked You want the rest of mine? Then left her drink and opened a book Watching TV At the same time.
Before she went to bed she called Are you just going to sit there getting drunk And staring at that candle?
Later on that night She woke up crying And I had a dream about Christ Nailed to a rocking chair grandfather’s clock.