shot glass
Issue # 1 March 2010
"... brevity is the soul of wit ..."
- William Shakespeare

Mark Arvid White

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The Fly In My Shot Glass

The fly in my shot glass
stares through translucent walls,
watching me with a hundred damn ugly eyes --
his spigot, or siphon, or sucker-stick
lapping up what's left of my seventh Schnapps
as the bartender holds the round smoking barrel
of the bottle expertly over the glass querying about a refill.
I tilt my head from my arm on the bar,
knowing just how fucking divine number eight could be,
but knowing too the fly probably couldn't leap out of there right now
to save his wretched little greasy life.
I wave the bottle away, thinking I'll have another after
the fly is done coating his hairs.
After all, it's better than drinking alone.