Best Man

At last call,
you stub out a cigarette
and order double bourbon;
Joe had left
with Grecia,
and they kissed
as they got into a cab
that’d take them back to his place
where he’d charm away
any restraint that whiskey hadn’t,
and Grecia would fuck him
like she had you
when you really loved her,
and after they’d finished,
she’d sing “Cold Dog Soup,”
and shower off the stink
of the bar and Joe
as Joe falls asleep,
and all of this has already happened,
but you can’t do anything about it,
and you aren’t gonna call Joe
out on it,
and in a couple months, he’ll tell you
that he plans to marry her
and wants you
to be his best man,
and you’ll do it
because you’ve done it for all your other friends,
and you’ll make a toast at his wedding,
and everyone will laugh,
and you’ll hook up with a bridesmaid
after champagne and talk of love
have made her crave companionship,
but the next day, she’ll realize that you’re no friend or marriage material,
you’re just the friend of a friend-in-law

who has nothing to give.