Alcohol Abuse
the pint hit the floor
like it knew it would.
like it had rehearsed
shattering in front of me—
for effect.
gold foam bled into
the grout,
unlike the way my apologies
never quite reach.
you watched the spill,
not me.
the handle stayed intact.
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