Too many slurp down their own nothingness,
as if noise is superior to silence
and their words dead from a drought
are a better love poem
than yelling at each other
about spilling beer on the floor
or dirty dishes in the sink,
while I stare at the cupboard,
where I left an unopened bottle of rye
for the last nine months,
like I was a widow
ready to talk to a gravestone,
but knowing before I did anything,
that this poem wasn’t going to fix much,
except to make a few minutes
a little less thirsty.
Richard LeDue (he/him) lives in Norway House, Manitoba, Canada. He has been published both online and in print and is the author of numerous books of poetry. His latest full length book, “Another Another,” was released from Alien Buddha Press in May 2025.
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