Pop pop
Little popping sounds of
rain on my windowsill
Keep me company
Along with Otis.
Otis takes care of me when Zelda is away.
His face is very demonstrative
When I’m being stupid his mouth turns down and his eyes are
cold
When I use my brain to better advantage he grins
It took me ages to realize that one side of his china face
goes down and the other up
Which is a blessing because now
Depending on my mood
I can turn him and
receive
Confirmation.
Zelda has been gone about a year.
She left to avoid watching me slowly pass away it’s
Not like her to give up but I was immoveable
On the barstool
A feast of agony
Gorging on pain
Awash in cocktail seas
I ate nothing but salt and
Drank nothing but whiskey
For days, or was it months?
And still I berate my fate as though she were here to listen
As though the bar were still open
As though I were still alive.
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