Home Remedy for a Broken Heart

She downed one bottle of Sauvignon,

took two double shots of  vodka,

then gulped back three small G and Ts.
Four Bloody Marys and her hair smelled of sick
but five flaming sambucas blurred
her tastebuds and six cosmopolitans
had her giggling men, sex – and Basstardss! 

Seven something else broke her new heels.

Ate, sorry, she meant eight, 

arms helped tumble her to a taxi.
Nine, no ten – or was it eleven? –

fingers swayed in front of her, then slumped

in her lap. Were there more on her back?
And what was that on her face?
Darkness. Twelve heads on a pillow,
clamped in a vice then swung.

Thirteen minutes, maybe, of forgetting

before the cure wore off.

*Sarah James says “I am a published poet, part-time performer and perpetual procrastinator! My collection, Into the Yell (Circaidy Gregory Press) won third prize in the International Rubery Book Awards. My website is at http://sarah-james.co.uk“