Two Poems
by D. T. Robbins
Picture
my wife took a picture of me at
half past midnight
hunched over naked
at our kitchen table, ass cheeks
hanging off the sides, moles
reaching from my back
toward Christ and his angels
I had no idea she’d taken
it until
she sent it to me through
a text message, laughed
when I called out, what the hell?
thinking, shit
is that really
me, and I look like
this?
I haven’t had
a drink
all week, been on edge
waiting for the outside
to catch up to
whatever’s in me
another godddamn poem about drinking, whatever.
let’s write about drinking
and all the ways
drinking has done us
wrong
like how I
miss my kids
miss my friends
lost my faith
let’s write about the bottle
being empty by
9:30 and that’s my fault
sorry
but I drink
and get drunk and
drink some more and
sometimes
we fight
let’s write about how drinking is
fine when you
tell me I’ve had
enough
that my eyelids are blankets
covering my anger
for everything
let’s write about drinking
but mostly
how much I miss you
when you’re not here
to drink with me
D.T. Robbins has work in Hobart, Bending Genres, X-R-A-Y, Ghost City Review, Trampset, Versification, Ellipsis, and others. Find out more at dtrobbins.com.
