shot glass
"... brevity is the soul of wit ..."
- William Shakespeare

Mary Crosby

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After lying on the kitchen floor
all night alone and not breathing
you suddenly rise,

stumble backward into the living–
room, where you unpour a glass
of vodka the fifth

of Smirnoff's refills itself. Your head
stops pounding and you can see more
clearly the piles of dirty laundry

surrounding you in colorful mounds
become clean and fold themselves
back inside the dresser drawers.

You suddenly hear the phone
ringing, pick it up and say
Hello. It's me

on the other end asking how you've been.