Joe

Was the last straw

They used to chain smoke together on her balcony and laugh at the morning dew

Make cocktails in the early evening and talk about the future

I used to watch them and think

Maybe this is it

But he inevitably disappointed her

With his bad cocaine habit

Joblessness

Unreliability

Weight gain

She said no one would play with her like he did

I said better men were everywhere

But she did not believe me

So she took her mango salsa recipe

Homemade curtains

Bread baked from scratch

Her psychology degree

Left me in Los Angeles

And went home to the country

Where disingenuous city boys could not find her

And her friends had more to offer than drowning her bruised, bloody, young heart in whiskey or sitting by the toilet at the end of the night

Tim

I heard them in the bunk above
didn’t like the way he said her name but
she liked it, giggled until her cheeks were pink and eyes were bright
Until two weeks later he said
He was driving across the country with his ex girlfriend
Mary
And I fed her whiskey all night
then held her chestnut locks
while she cried into the toilet