POETRY: An Alcoholic Friend

I used to have an alcoholic friend,
And I used to bring her beers,
out of the simple fear,
that she’d drive out,
and never
return.

“Make a left at the big oak tree,
you’d never miss it, most definitely.”
So I brought a six pack,
and some bud for me,
and we’d drink,
and smoke
till dawn.

This one time, I had some work to do,
So I left her one quick note.
I said I’d be there,
So don’t drive
don’t you dare,
“All right,”
she said,
“Okay.”

I used to have an alcoholic friend,
Who’d been found among
the bottles and cans
Her car wrapped
around
that
big oak tree
It was true
it was hard
to miss

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