Spiderman Curtains By Jim Bourey

Backsliding into sobriety

these days, not that I was ever addicted.

Always had it under control.

Always knew where I was in the morning, 

even if Spiderman curtains were swirling 

in soft breezes and the bed

was six inches too short. Fortunately,

no kid was there. But a kind, somewhat lonely,

not-too-young, woman stood 

at the stove making a recovery breakfast.

Now, most mornings, I don’t need

recovery, make my own healthy

breakfast, think longingly

of the days when my half-cup of coffee

was filled to the top with a

matching measure of Kentucky’s finest.

Just thinking, you understand.

Jim Bourey is an old poet who divides his year between the Adirondack Mountains and Dover, Delaware. His chapbook “Silence, Interrupted” was published in 2015 by the Broadkill River Press. His work has appeared in Mojave River Review, Paddock Review, Gargoyle and the Broadkill Review and other journals and anthologies. He was first runner up in the Faulkner-Wisdom Poetry Competition in 2012 and 2016. He has served as an adjudicator for the Poetry Out Loud competition in Delaware. In his North Country months, he is active with the St. Lawrence Area Poets and has taken part in Art/Poetry projects in Saranac Lake.