The Living

We sat, the living
room suddenly transformed
into a warm back porch,
with wine and a silver platter
of various cheeses
we bought. We spent
about twenty bucks
for our makeshift fête
We passed
the time and a jug
of cheap cabernet
One gallon
later, drunker
than Goddamned pirates
we laughed and plotted
The alcohol was strong –
our memories blurred, blended
into one another’s,
became less factual
more organic
And suddenly I was
too drunk to stay awake,
so I passed out
When I awoke, the sky
a blend of yellow and gray,
I thought,
“The world is on fire,”
because everyone had fled.