Tap

I like my seat
next to the
tap,
tap,
tap…
the faucet is
dripping.
Fuck.
“Just gimme a beer,”
I say to Phil,
the bartender,
and he gives
me one
on draft.
Then another.
Mix in a shot.
Another beer.
My gut is hot first,
then my throat
right before I
vomit.
Phil cleans it up.
He takes care
of me.
Then he feeds
me another from the
tap,
tap,
tap…
god-damn that
faucet.

**artwork done by my friend. i dont have his name

Published by lou rasmus

Lou Rasmus is an independent author from Chicago, IL. His works are largely focused on exploring the meaning of life – or lack thereof – while the themes of love, relationships, and self-loathing are also central to many of his stories. His upcoming novel, Primrose Isle, will be his third self-published title. Grapefruit Juice, a collection of bitter poems and short stories, and DEAD RED FISH, his semi-autobiographical debut novel about a young man coming to age on a road trip with his childhood friends, are also available on Amazon.

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