Tuesday, January 19, 2010

poem of the day 01.19.10


i wake her up
and she tells me that she has
a headache
i offer to get her aspirin
but she doesn’t want them.

her stomach feels empty
she says.

i turn on the light
and i tell her
she could be hungover
we went to the bar
last night
and i told her that she
drank most of the wine
when we got home.

i just kept filling her glass.

don’t tell me
she says, sitting up
i have a headache
don’t sit there and tell me
what i did wrong.

i was just guessing
i say

then we sit there in silence.

i feel like a prick.
three days ago
i was kneeling on the bathroom floor
vomiting up bile
from a night of binging
on wine and beer.

i vomited until a part
of my chest turned black and blue.
now here i am
the judge and juror.

do you want some aspirin?
i ask again.

she says.
i just need to take a shower.

then she gets up off the bed
to run the water
while i sit there
in the dim light
trying to remember
if we bought enough cat food
or not.


Bukowski's Basement said...

Another great one, dude... These tale of alcoholic woe should all be collected

Bukowski's Basement said...

Meant to say "TALES"