A personification of stew

As my mulligatawny stew

smiled and winked at me

the table began to spin

south of Dante’s Inferno

between avenue H & J

the blonde from Debbie’s

Bikinis sat poised at the bar

having had one too many

mai tai’s at Tony’s

and put her dimpled fingers

on my knee as I considered

the winking stew which

by now had started an

argument with the gin

and tonic in my hand

causing me to immediately

depart the scene and

attempt to drunkenly

find my way to

an apartment that wasn’t

my home with

your simple words

echoing in my

ear

reminding me to

turn left, at the sea