She was too drunk.
She had drank a fifth of vodka
over four hours.
Oh, we tried, but it wasn\'t happening.
It was sloppy and cumbersome;
we were like two hippos wrestling
in the mud.
I got up and left her to her
impotent dreams.
I made a cup of coffee, and
sat in the dark.
Images ran through my mind.
I turned on a light and started
writing. At least something was working.