Drunkenness 8
Earlier in America
it got so cold
we drove west
the far west
the car's tires
stuck to the road.
As a gunman
you menaced shopgirls
your rat-sleek hair
your flashing glasses
small, dirty teeth
the girls adored.
You liked the way
they walked with arms folded
in the cold going for coffee.
You were asshole buddies
