Just so you know
that wasn’t apple juice in my tumbler
it was whiskey.
Once I used ice to curb
the rush of hot liquid down my throat
but the cubes melted so quickly
You might have noted the opacity,
So I started drinking it warm.
When you poured me decafe
late in the afternnon
I gave it to the little Norfolk Pine
you brought to green my living space.
and that woman with the lazy smile and
the plaits pulled back tight across her head
was not my masseuse.
Listen, I know you meant well—I love you too
but there’s no fun accelerating through a curve
if you can already see around the corner.