Who?
I'll flirt
my way through
who?
You.
What
are
you?
Brilliant, funny, filled
with liquor.
A faded sign,
her every
exhalation unsignaled.
Sobbing, sudden.
A mix of whimper and scream
and cigarettes and wine and knock-knock
jokes and vodka and
it was our
last day, Saturday,
our
last
day.