The Neighbor's Dog, poetry by Korliss Sewer at Spillwords.com

The Neighbor’s Dog

The Neighbor’s Dog

written by: Korliss Sewer

@rainwriterjones

 

Once he told me there was no day beyond Tuesday, so I stopped looking. That he had found God with a swig of whisky. The last drop of whisky in his goblet of scripture.

We drank from a dead man’s flask and savored every sticky bead. We argued about who would die first. Like whoever croaks would get a prize or some shit like that.

It was a rough night. First, I grabbed my drink. Then, I grabbed the bottle. He was sure to upend our table, spilling my courage into the dirt.

We poured slowly into our oblivion and heard cicadas sing with the falling rains.

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