Here’s to Rainbows

Here’s mud in your eye and salt in your glass
Here’s to a six-foot-tall Tinkerbell with a halo of fire,
 a spoiled brat who pushed between me and the pinball machine
 and would not take “no” for an answer
Here’s to nervous dogs with tails curled under
 and skinny cats hiding in cupboards
Here’s to your music
 I’ll never listen to that vile stuff again
Here’s to whatever you were writing
 all the way to the margins
Here’s to bowling in a miniskirt;
 if I have ever been in love, it was then
Here’s to pictures of your mom that look just like you
Here’s to step-dads who stick it out
Here’s to bottles of vodka stashed in purses
Here’s to haircuts that turned into hostage situations
Here’s to getting run over by what you saw coming
Here’s to wanting you back:
 to wanting to touch your face
 like a leper wants to touch Jesus Christ
 like a fainting fan wants to touch John Lennon
 like a junkie wants a fix
Too soon?
Here’s to never falling in love with another addict
Here’s to knowing I will love whoever reminds me of you
Here’s to knowing I would do it all again, but differently
Here’s to nights we spent watching American Horror Story
 I hope you come back as a sexy ghost and scare the shit out of me
Here’s to the rest of us
Here’s to getting as old as possible
 to liver spots and flatulence
 false teeth and boner pills
Telling the same story every Christmas
Here’s to grandkids and great-grandkids waiting for their inheritance
And here’s to holding on one more year to spite them
Here’s to poems that are more pumice than polished quartz
And here’s to rainbows-
 they never last, but there’s no use crying about it.