What did he expect? I'm old
And only want forgetting. Wine
Helps. That asshole says "It's too cold
To drink—You'll get sick or die." Fine.

Then let him give me a warm place
To sleep first—and then let him give
Me a bottle. I'd raise my glass
To his health, wish his sins forgiven.

My health's not at issue. It's bad,
And I'm drunk already. He'll learn
How little living means. God—
No night's so cold as his concern.


(published at The Hypertexts, December 2005)


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