I got the news today
of how she died. And,
how she smashed her nose
when she fell.
Those
Happy Hours
of half price drinks
we were two ice cubes
melting together
Oh yes, the news
after she fell. And,
how she choked
on her own vomit.
Those
Happy Hours
super quick drunk
we were bourbon and brandy
burning blue
I also heard that
before she died,
a rock hard liver jutted
from her side.
Those Happy Hours
lasted too long
we became two faces
looking away
Thin grey hair
age forty three,
alone in her room
at the Menasha Hotel