Tonight's Poet Corner: Sonnet Solstice #135
The Beer Stains
by Belinda Roddie
The beer stains on my shirt indicated
that it had been a crazy night, one that
I could not remember. Sprawled on a bed
I did not recognize, I grunted, sat
up, and forced my way into the kitchen,
where I saw my cousin still cleaning up
a mess of plastic cups and filling bin
after bin with bottles. A loud hiccup
rang from the couch, where a friend lay and snored.
"Great party," my cousin informed me. "You
got to kiss Samantha, and then she poured
a whole glass of beer on you. Girls tend to
do that a lot to you, like it's revenge."
So that's what I did during my booze binge.
by Belinda Roddie
The beer stains on my shirt indicated
that it had been a crazy night, one that
I could not remember. Sprawled on a bed
I did not recognize, I grunted, sat
up, and forced my way into the kitchen,
where I saw my cousin still cleaning up
a mess of plastic cups and filling bin
after bin with bottles. A loud hiccup
rang from the couch, where a friend lay and snored.
"Great party," my cousin informed me. "You
got to kiss Samantha, and then she poured
a whole glass of beer on you. Girls tend to
do that a lot to you, like it's revenge."
So that's what I did during my booze binge.
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