The vodka bottle stands tall
atop the fridge, cap untouched;
I’m giving you what you wanted
for your birthday.
I believed you when you said
‘forever’. I let the lie slosh around
in an empty highball glass.
My lower lip hurts from holding
my mouth back.
Meet me in the corner
of my living room. I’m waiting
by the phone. You are a promise
worth finally keeping.
J. Bradley was the guest poetry wrangler for Volume 7 of The Ampersand Review, in which this poem originally appeared.
J. Bradley‘s work has appeared in over a hundred print and online literary magazines and he is the author of numerous chapbooks and full-length poetry and short story collections, including our very own Dodging Traffic. He lives online at iheartfailure.net.