Marble slab,
Wine glass sits empty.
Call the cab.
Underline everything.
She floats from bottle to bottle.
Cathartic.
Darkness.
Zoned.
Blacked.
This isn’t working.
“All the wine, is all for me.”
Count the seconds between the calls,
her voice is crawling through the walls.
Out her mind,
cold water.
Inside mine,
Cheap wine.
Can you carry me if I hold you?
Can you stay married to me if you will?
Unalarmed and unaware.
Alone in our underwear
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I notice you’re careful about punctuation. Did you ever consider leaving those one-word lines in the first half without periods, or was that too intentional? And was there ever intended to be a period at the very end?
I wrote that sitting at a wine bar after drinking two bottles. I wish I could remember.
I love the images in this poem and the quick sentences. I can picture everything happening here really well. The ending of it is a bit confusing since it turns to a message to a particular person, but I do think it is an interesting idea. I was just surprised to see it come at the end, I think more of that communication to that person would be a good addition.