By Dawn
Date: 13 August 2000

I'll have a martini please

Staring at my martini glass
poking holes in the olive
with a plastic little sword.
I’m on my third one now
and my mind is becoming numb.
I sit here perplexed
wondering where I went wrong
drenching my thirst,
no drenching my pain
in cold vodka.
I wonder what he is doing
I wonder what I am doing
sitting in this dark bar
in the middle of the afternoon
when the sun is shining
so bright.
Falling in love with the pain
trying to fall out of love with him.
He doesn’t love me.
He never will.
Noticing my poor olive
has lost it’s wholeness,
perhaps I’ll have another
and poke away with my sword
until I can forget why
I am sitting here
drinking my pain away.