She peers down
Through the sunspots and sorrow
At the faded X tattoo
Stretched from knuckles to wrist.
Wonders were the fortitude went
After all those years,
But banishes old thoughts
With another shot of whiskey
From a half-empty bottle.
The door creaks.
He enters with loosened tie
Casting a briefcase to the corner.
She peers up
Through drunken apology
At his vague double image,
Receives forgiveness from that
Knowing smile
And familiar chuckle.
For he’s just as guilty
Whispers the encircled A
Inked into his calf
So long ago
“We’re all wethers
and well worn.”
The thought threatens to ruin him,
But she offers reprieve
With 90 proof kisses
And a bottle half full.














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