—I’M ONE DRINK AWAY FROM THE DEVIL

 

 

Mince

 

She took turns dicing me 

with a paring knife

until I was mince 

my mouth merely a 

lower lip holding loosely 

onto a row 

of cracked teeth 

I tried to apologize 

or express regret

but she was laughing 

too hard to hear

the message 

well-groomed and

almost soluble 

over the din

of such jubilant celebration.