garage floor

too much to drink,
I stumble down the
steps to the garage.
the hum of

fluorescent lights
breaks the
midnight silence
of my small town.

the click of my
zippo, light a
smoke. drag.
my vision

is blurred, my mind
hazed. I have to piss.
badly. no smoking
inside. her warning

rings clear. the
only thing. I eye
the drain that sits
squarely in the middle

of the oil stained
concrete. unzip my
pants and let go.
aiming for the tiny

holes, missing the targets.
I piss on the snub of
my cigarette. it hisses
in anger. at my

drunkenness or lewd
behavior. I'm not sure
which. I chuckle,
amused. trip

up the steps
and open the door.
eyes adjust to the
darkness inside.

the humming ceases
as my hand finds
the switch. the door
latches, closed.