When we first knocked down
the kitchen wall and put the bar
and stools out, my bestie
would come over and we’d sit
and stare at sports on tv
just like we would at the bar.
I got sober and my buddy didn’t.
The last time he came over
he told me that his Q Anon
pals were trying to make things
right. Said he saw a drone
flying back and forth right above
his house, thought he had some idea
what that was all about. I tell myself
it’s time to start praying for him.
The problem is you can’t tell him
anything. He knows. He already knows.
