Goodbye, Gin 
(after reading William Styron's Darkness Visible)

Face me fair and say farewell
as you slope off, amigo.
You've already punched me twice today
in the stomach.


What times we've had, though,
here at this old table.
When you first played your violin,
danced that glittery waltz,
I vowed to follow you,
devout, into bright lights
and the darkest corners.

Should I  blame you, now,
as you reverse the chase?
Should I accuse my betrayal
of body as it bucks, sinks,
protests with revulsion after taking you in?

My hands tremble, want nothing but
to choke your slender neck.
Desperate, I ache to empty you
but I cannot.

© 2003 Jennifer Poteet

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