Wednesday, January 7, 2015

the whiskey fall

his face,
bruised from falling on the ice,
purple and blue,
a chipped
tooth, a broken finger
wrapped tight
in his own way of bandaging.
his eyes were
red, his cheeks flush,
as he explained
how it all went down
I was coming out of a
tavern in town
with a girl I knew,
she grabbed my arm
and we fell against
the rail. it happened
so fast.
we both lay there
in the snow and laughed.
I remember how bright
the stars were
as we lay there, still
holding hands,
wondering how we would
get up and go
on to finish the night.
but we did.
we crawled to the car
and got in.

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