What sideways walk
to turn upside down
the bottle in your backseat?
You mean the one
we can’t remember? We’re
not even sure it happened.
But later that night
empty proof clangs into ankle
(well past three)
when you’re gunning it down the
absurdly long driveway
trying to get away
from one of my traditional holiday
entanglements
and not plow into deer
along the way.