Clean living is relative, isn’t it? (a poem)

Second time around for the July 31st prompt in The Daily Poet: Day-By-Day Prompts For Your Writing Practice, by Kelli Russell Agodon & Martha Silano: write “a gritty, gutsy, and/or groveling poem that includes at least six of these words: stilettos, hangover, whiskey, cigarette, dying, love, begging, naked, jail, dog, hotel.” Compared to last year’s Hotel room, this one is neither gritty, gutsy, nor groveling, but I find it interesting that I gravitate towards the one-night stand—especially since I have never had one…

Every once in a while
I miss having a smoke
I pass by someone having a cigarette
and for a brief moment
I’m dying for one

The urge quickly passes
With no whiskey to be had
a smoke is pointless
—one’s no good without the other

On the other hand
no whiskey
means no hangover
no begging for relief
after a night of naked hotel love

(31 July 2015—posted August 1)