My Favorite Drunk

the town drunk at my bar
sloppily placed his bud draught down as he
leaned his gangly body over the counter
his arms spilled onto the maple-glossed wood
his head looked as if it were being held up by a string and
through bud heavy breath
clouded eyes
and torn vocal chords, he said,
there’s nothing worse in this world
than heartbreak, man.
he looked at no one
his voice bounced off the stone walls
he slumped into his seat,
the string his head was being held up by
and all 206 of his bones fell to a defeated pile
toppling from his barstool
to the cold slate floor
the country music in the bar
seemed to stop
as his world stopped
as I thought about my lost loves
as everyone else sitting at the bar thought about their
lost loves
as the world kept spinning
as drinks kept being poured

as we all realized he was right.


About laurenfedorko

Aspiring writer. English teacher. Philosophy: know more about the world than you did yesterday and lessen the suffering of others.
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One Response to My Favorite Drunk

  1. michaelduke says:

    good stuff Lauren! Keep em comin.

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