Hawaiʻi Sonnet 86 (Empties)

I remember glaring at you glaring at me.
I can’t quite say how we ended up that way.
It seems to me that everything had been going
smoothly again, but if looks could kill
we’d have both been on the floor.

I see myself lifting my half-empty can of beer,
draining it, the beer having turned warm, gone stale,
during our fight of the century.

No more words, I’m pretty sure, after “fuck you.”
I put down the can and headed for the door.
The time before, I think it was me who ran after you.

I remember our game from that long time ago,
but I’m sorry, I’ve forgotten your name.

I do know neither one of us did any running anymore.

* * * * *

Today’s word is


Use it in a piece of writing or to inspire a piece of writing, and then post what you came up with as a comment below. I’d love to read what you write : ) Happy Pōʻahā/Thursday.

Leave a Reply

Fill in your details below or click an icon to log in:

WordPress.com Logo

You are commenting using your WordPress.com account. Log Out /  Change )

Twitter picture

You are commenting using your Twitter account. Log Out /  Change )

Facebook photo

You are commenting using your Facebook account. Log Out /  Change )

Connecting to %s