Vodka Rain

You burn your dreams
on the tip of your tongue.
and swallow vodka until
you swim in excuses.

I grow weary of trying
to be your sunlight.

When the next storm arrives
I won’t be your umbrella.

©Susie Clevenger 2015

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Comments

Outlawyer said…
Oh dear! Vodka rain definitely a kind of acid rain--corrosive-- you've described it well! k.
brilliantly done.conveys years of love, disappointment and eventual disillusionment.
Anonymous said…
You nailed it very succinctly and beautifully.
brudberg said…
I think there comes a day when such a rain either kills or makes you find another shelter... to be another person's umbrella.. to often happens living with an alcoholic.
This is brilliant. Palpable emotion, economical depiction and vivid, original images.
Anonymous said…
I grow weary... in so few words you capture the ruin
hedgewitch said…
Yes, some people are very good at making their own rain. I can definitely relate to this one--especially like the title and the way you keep it consistent throughout.
Ron. said…
Having spent several years attempting to shelter a blackout tequila drinker, I can (sadly) relate. I could not have said it better. Great work, Clevenger!
rallentanda said…
Succinct and brilliantly expressed. Loved it !
Outlawyer said…
Hey Susie--whoa! Enjoyed this revisit and the Thom Gunn. Thank you very much for your kind comment and twitter note. I am not very good at twitter--endlessly forgetting my password. Thanks. k.
Yvonne Osborne said…
Love, Love it! Especially the ending.
Unknown said…
EMPOWERMENT!
A release of codependence.
This is vivid and strong, Susie!