Like faked-out birds we slammed into one another’s reflection passed out on kitchen linoleum drooling until morning sun split our heads awake.
We paid penance of instant coffee laced with bourbon and pancake batter browned in beer. We pretended to job hunt the classifieds in the neighbor’s used newspaper, disconnected phone calls ended the breakfast charade.
Hair of dog quelling headaches we showered with the passion of young lovers; became the couple we were meant to be, tumbling on stained sheets, back arching upright against the window laughing at the traffic below.
It only lasted the while before keeping up with our Jones became the mission, to score again our only cause, while slapping ourselves for reassurance
No neighbors would interfere as the last of the dishes clattered while blame-gaming one another for our sorry condition before collapsing into another night of strained silence.