Today's OneWord: Wheat

Wheat beer, sliding down slowly, kicking sourdough in the back of the throat as I reach for the soggy jalapeño poppers. Somewhere, someone's head is bumping into my shoulder, like a sad puppy who just wanted to lap up the spilled Guinness in the floor, where some drunken klutz let the pint glass drop and explode like an Irish heart does after an old-fashioned wake. And the keening starts, and I drink again.