State Lineswonder may Iif you drink tonightdoes your wine stained lipprotrude ever so slightlyin that darling poutas your raise your glass Do you cheerto the following monththe end of the work day birth of the nightas tire treadsleave spaces in the grassas the smokers huddlenearthe kitchen window a refuge from the coldI sleepshould I dream?of your safe arrivalas you pull your car in the drivewhere Icould never park it straightwhere youwere drunk and said you wanted to go to the river if we would have in the morningas your eyes are slitsyour hands are spiderstrave
-A.C.