too much
white wine
in celebration of the big
game.
she's wasted from
the grape.
the bottles of
fermented grapes
in fancy
bottles with names
like,
Chuck
or Josh.
she's holding an empty
bottle
as she lies there in
bed.
don't look at me she
says,
and turn the light
off.
what's all that noise?
it's the cat
walking on the carpet.
i tell her.
kill that cat please,
the noise
is killing me.
what day is this?
Monday, i tell her.
are you going to work today?
no,
i quit.
why is God punishing me,
like this?
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