Nights that were so long ago

Flicker in and out

Static... thick like an old

Silent film.

Backwoods...western Kentucky nights

Dirty, mud and rain

Singing Waylon and Willy

To the dark Slaughters night.

"I love you," you say.

I believe you.

Tequila

Warm, ripping my conscience

To mulch

"You too," I whisper, ashamed.

And disappear into the rain