“I fill my wine glass with mineral water
And try not to feel so alone.
It’s a lie that you find your soul mate
And no longer fear the empty silences
Staring back at you.
It’s lie that anything
Can release you permanently.
It’s a lie that I found a new life yet.
It will take a year,
If I’m lucky. And I have no reason
To complain. No reason for
My empty glass to be staring
Back at me.
I suddenly want to become
So drunk I cannot remember
My own name.
It’s late, and so all of my friends
And family are asleep on the
It’s late, and I have
No one to call.”
“Alone after a party on the West Coast” by Radha Kistler