drunk
20 05 2008“Your calves are hard,” he says, gripping the meat in his palm. “Funny,” she replies. “Yesterday, you made fun of my muscularity.” She giggles. “Is that even a word?” she asks. He doesn’t know to which word she is referring but squeezes her harder. He had a good day at work. She doesn’t even irritate the shit out of him this evening and through her beered-up eyes, she sees the hard, strong man she met so many years ago- before the wrinkles, before the disappointment.
“I must’ve been crazy,” he says.
They kiss with tongues that are drunk. Sloppy and sliding all over with no intent, no meaning, lips stale with cigarette, papery.
They’ll kiss this way then head inside. Stumble over the legs and feet of the other to the bedroom. She’ll have trouble unhooking her bra and giggle. This will make him angry because somehow, he thinks she is laughing at him- his body, his efforts. Still, they’ll grunt and root around the bed. She’ll fall asleep unsatisfied and he’ll just fall asleep. He’ll wake up feeling fierce and grumpy while she pretends she is still asleep. And he’ll know she’s pretending and he’ll slam stuff around the kitchen. She will lay there wishing for another life under her headache and within her sick stomach.
He’ll be leaving soon, she thinks.
I’ll be leaving soon he thinks.
They are more compatible than they realize. If only they could be honest with each other. If only they could stay drunk all the time.
(copyright 2008 ) c A Hughes
05.19.08
Sad but poignant commentary. Too much truth, yes?
WC
i’ve seen it with my own eyes.
And they got all wet.
~c
That packed a punch. WC’s right, it is sad but poignant. Nicely written, especially the repitition at the end.
Thank you so much, S.
i took liberties with a few lines of overheard conversation-
wrote the feelings the words caused in me.
But i want to assure you that i was not trying to hear.
i never try to hear but you know how alcohol makes one feel the need to speak loudly
to make sure one’s heard…
~c
I rather enjoyed that, though I’ve lived it. Sad.
i know i’ve done most of what i regret under the influence.
i was younger and didn’t really care.
Now i am in complete. control.
Yeah. Complete control…
Thank you for commenting.
~c
i am so intrigued by this concept– pefect while drunk, or while dreaming– perfect in an alternate, parallel universe. i must explore it further.
your relationshipistic writing rings completely authenti. (i’m thinking back to the bikeriding short from years ago– but even when i know you’re taking liberties, that it is fiction or creative non-fiction– i swallow hook, line and sinker. coz you d best.
Thank you so much.
i know it’s little, but it was hasty.
And i simply couldn’t help me.
~c
Wow, this was awesome. You are really good at putting words together.
Thank you, Birdpress, for stopping by and commenting so kindly.
i apprecaite it.
i found you through your fabulous mom’s blog.
You’ll see more of me.
~c
I dug that one C. It seems to be the trouble with a lot of couples, uncorrelated altered states that is. It is somebody’s fault either way.
i know that most domestic disputes involve alcohol and/or drugs.
The number of such disputes increase during holidays on which, traditionally, alcohol is served.
One of the days on which the number of domestic abuse cases spikes the highest- Super Bowl Sunday.
~c
C ~ Life is so real, huh? this passage is authentic, gritty, and real. and I appreciate your efforts and words. junemoon
Thank you very much, junemoon.
i wish i didn’t know…
~c
Your new avatar is nice.
Thank you!
i made it on wndows paint.
~c
Ahhh, SLF, I am not going to simply lurk today. I am commenting because that was brilliant!
My parents, in the latter years took that last line to heart. I think it’s the only way they could make it through the night.
Reading this brought back memories for me. It’s funny how parents don’t think their children have hearing, isn’t it?
Well done.. well done.
Thank you so much.
i always hope, with my writing, that i write real.
i’m sorry that you have such memories.
But then, you wouldn’t be Trisha. Truly.
~c
So true, so true. A drunk man’s words are a sober man’s thoughts.
I adore your writing and will be back often!
Thank you so much.
And i look forward to your visits, as well as visiting your page.
“A drunk man’s words are a sober man’s thoughts.”
That sums it up perfectly, succinctly, sadly.
~c