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.