TWINKLE IN MY EYE

TWINKLE IN MY EYE
the kid liked to call me up
see how badly I’d fucked my life
since our last shared words
I imagined that since he’d quit the bottle
the kid lived and died vicariously
through me and my grim ways
“how was the cocktail?” he asked
a snide little grin on his face
which I could see through the air waves
“I got my ass kicked, kid. Got a black eye, too.
Smashed a dumbbell
through my laptop
It doesn't work anymore.
I was found at the end of the night
wandering around the halls
with a hunting knife.”
“what were you doing with a hunting knife?”
“I was looking for you. And they said
I had a twinkle in my eye.”