Sipping coulda, shoulda, woulda thru a straw
because if I drank straight, I’d choke
Catching a lump of “I’m sorry” every suck or two
which is way harder to swallow,
but not as difficult
as chewing the chalky taste of bad choices
and the thick paste of “almost” still clogging the straw
while catching a huge chunk of self-pity
after carrying that party-favor for far too long
Sucking hard to squeeze up that last bit of …. whatever
only the gurgling noise in the bottom of life’s glass
can be heard
Thank goodness this once fragile glass
can be filled with better decisions and new flavors.
Karen Mariano Bryson lives in Virginia and is a published poet whose works have been featured in several volumes, most recently in Twilight Musings (2005 edition). She is the recipient of three “Outstanding Achievement In Poetry” silver bowls and is also featured on The Sound Of Poetry 3-CD compilation.