4 a.m.

her old black Chucks

with holes in the soles

sink into tiny jagged rocks

gravel grinds against gravel

under the weight of her night

she's brought the bar home

it slipped in through the holes

the holes in the soles

of her old black Chucks

with every heavy step

her naked toes are drowning

in a cocktail of spills

the spills from their thrills

ebbing and flowing thru toes

in her old black Chucks

with holes in the soles