Leaving Behind the Endless Fields of Corn and Soybeans

Lonely Champagne Nights

Not every night

That you drink champagne

Is a night of celebration

Whether a formal party

Or one of those new year's eve parties

That take place at some dump of a place

Some nights

Are lonely nights

And you're over everything

You're stuck

And know that there's no moving forward

Or out

You sit on the bathroom floor

Anticipating getting sick

After all

It's just you

And the bottle

Sometimes

Your lonely night

Is spent in sweatpants

And a tank

Other nights

You were supposed to be celebrating

Something you've already forgotten

And you got all dressed up

For the occasion

But now you sit

Champagne in hand

And makeup smudged

It's a lonely champagne kind of night

And I'm not sure

How it all started