5-21 Some Boys

This glass of wine,
is my teddy bear,
while he sings,
of some boys,
squeezing the glass breaking,
in my chest,
while he sings,
of some boys,
on a closeted stairwell,
surrounded,
by the songs,
of some boys,
I don't notice,
the tipping,
spin of the room,
tilting and spilling,
into the arms,
of some boys,
till it is too late,
and the wine stains,
my shirt black,
while the viola,
plays the last few notes,
of some boys.