Night began cold
became warmer
with each drink he thrust down his throat
from a tumbler
supplied by the bar
he sat on a stool
and as the liquor crashed
like waves
into his stomach
the room appeared to shrink
awareness stolen from him –
fucking thief
he remembered
visiting the toilet
and somehow
found himself outside
alone
fell asleep around the stone statue
on a step
that they posed on
like a refugee, alien
one stuck and the other
inebriated
pushing his head deeper
into the
curves of the sculpture
as
if he is the person
attempting to hold them in
a hemline
causing a mark on the skin
he slept
restless
for this statue to become
a woman
the step a bed
for them to both to lay low
in bliss.
