Someone is always
On vacation, happy hour
Lasts and lasts and lasts
I don’t mind, laughs and
Good wine and politics
Stories over snacks
I brag about my
Boundaries, priorities
Break them for a drink
Will my stories mind
If I leave them unwritten
It’s only tonight
I know that they mind
Or — I mind, I know I mind
But then there’s the wine
So I’m useless here
Since write drunk, edit sober
Is just bad advice
With Love,
Natalie