In the Visitors’ Room of the Rehab clinic

by Lise Day

As we wait
we avoid each other’s eyes

the desperate the longing
we are the enablers
protectors
pretenders
complicit in the cover-up
the confabulation

we have in common
the search
the empty decanter
the confrontation
the no-trust relation

I want to write a poem about you
your smile your warmth your love

but the vodka bottles
keep getting in the way.

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