confession

i can't drink anymore
around
men, she told me while

chewing on a green olive
plucked
out of her dry martini.

before you know it
i'm in bed with them, and
the next

morning I have no idea
where I am

or who the big lug is lying
beside me.

I think I need help, she says.
waving the waitress over

for another.
by the way, my hot tub is
fixed

and cleaned and ready
to go.