Dollar Store Wine

 

The other night
as I was watching Rocky 3
for the millionth time
I believe, I cried
when Mickey died in
Rocky’s arms
his anguish as real as mine
I felt it within me
welling up, the tears pouring down like
the Dollar Store wine
I drink nightly
the weeks of holding it all in
holding on to
myself, hanging on
to my wife as her own father
died a thousand miles away, in
Mexico
I cried for her
driving her to a job which
she both hates and needs
on Monday mornings
Times like these I don’t know
if I can make it
without my
Dollar Store wine
and Rocky dvd’s.

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