one woman
had much too much
to drink
in celebrating
the wedding.
she may have been
an aunt,
or cousin,
or a relative
of some
degree.
she found a nice
spot
at the open
bar, near
a port hole
where she could
watch
the slow
movement of the
shore as the sun
upon it.
she found it necessary
to kiss anyone
who said hello
and to tell them how
much she loved them.
drink after drink.
her legs filled
with whiskey
she was unable
to walk
off the boat
when it finally docked
and had to be
strapped to a dining
room chair
where she was
carried off and set
free on the dock
to find her
way home.
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