Whisk It Back

whoo whoo whoo
the owl in the eucalypt behind me taunts

the bracelet on my wrist rattles and bangs
it is beautiful and binding

I can’t get it off

your last words to me by email
“Any guest poetry gigs paying airfare costs coming up?

I have a passport….

I drank all the whiskey in August
and you know all the rest

there now, gone