9:17am

drunk and weaving
down
lateral A.
jacket thrown at a
sloppy jaunt
over his shoulder.
an unnatural smile
pressed in his face
making the whole figure
seem that much
more hopeless,
slowly walking nowhere
in the wrong direction.
i wonder where
his children are.
if they know what's coming.
if that smile remains
plastered
even after he comes home

if he gets home.