I have died too many times while she danced with strangers in nightclubs

"I don't drink often,"
she explains,
"I'm not supposed to
anymore,
anyway.
I've been distressed
recently.
Another, please,"
she requests.

"Oh,"
he responds with
almost
no concern,
as he pours her
another drink.
I've heard it before,
he tells her
with his
careless
eyes.

"I mean, I have
these problems,
you see."
She continues to tell
her story
to the only person
who'll listen.
"And that's why I'm drinking
tonight."

His back turns, as he
helps
pour drinks
for others.

I don't even want to drink,
she tells herself.
"I don't even want to drink,"
she exclaims.
"Well, I'm going to stop
after this
one,
anyway.
One more, please --
for my troubles,"
she tells him.

"It's just that,
I have reasons, you know.
I have them,"
she
explains.
I have reasons.

"Just one more, please."

Her Logic by Calvin