KNEW. (Rough Draft)

I wrote this last year. STILL, a work in progress. And there is actually an already revised version of this. But for some reason or another I saved this as a draft, again, from over a year ago.


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I’m swirling a sip of some
wine in a wide mouth Manson jar
and we are still
breaking up over two day old birthday pizza.

Then I said, “I tried
to drink
and entire bottle of wine
on your brothers twenty-first.”
But I had a performance to remember.

So I stopped on the fifth pour— when my
face got hot and I could just see the script
clearly enough.

I burned your socks
and set of paintbrushes,
after the show.

Tonight, I watched every movie I owned.

And in that fire and in that cliché sort of way,
my neighbor was listening to some
of the saddest music I’ve ever heard.

I’m still here,
so, now
I knew.


-sonja lynn mata