SIXTY-FOUR SYLLABLES ON DRINKING ALONE

THE MARTINI DID NOT FIX ME!
I JUST REEK OF SPILLED OLIVE BRINE
AND THE COUNTER IS ALL STICKY
WITH HAPHAZARD VERMOUTH AND GIN.

AND YET IT WAS WORTH IT TO DRINK
IT, IF JUST TO IMAGINE HIM
ALL STICKY, TOO, RIGHT NEXT TO ME
SMELLING – FAINTLY! – OF CITRUS RINDS.