how to lose your job


the party was dull; they all nipped on 
weak cocktails and danced to 
awful noise. I drank top-shelf overproof bourbon 
just to make the party livelier. 
a woman approached me, we talked over 
some beers and shots; she held her 
liquor like a heavyweight. 
I liked her. we chatted the night away, ended up
at my place. in the morning, she sneaked 
away like a thief. it took me  
a week to realize I’d slept with 
my boss’s young wife and crawled 
back to the job market.