pour another

pour another shot

and forget what we’re missing

forget i’m missing you

fall in line 

with all the wounded soldiers 

stacked along the countertop

pour out the rest

another beer, bubbling

and sliding down the drain

purse my lips

in dry desperation 

reaching for another drop

another memory

of kissing smooth aluminum

another drink to soothe

the wounded soldiers

lined along the countertop

please, pour another shot