1414

I’m microdosing by the microwave

and who thought

that many drinks would dry

you out

it was cute when you were younger

and now you’ve forgotten to

wish to be sober

it was supposed to change

when you were older

like that face one of us

makes when the other

climbs on top

what the fuck

it always hits without

warning

even passing the cemetery gates

you forget you were

supposed to be in mourning

maybe you want to get a drink

after work

and put your fingers

in my mouth

I’m a blizzard’s bed

and the cross eyed crows

wrap you in alcohol stained

cloth

what a thought

to love you when you don’t

talk so much

sorry I gave you up

I just like to swallow

swords until the hilt

and ask if you’ve given up

what the fuck

give me an Austin poetry book

deal

the only city to award self

awareness and irony

well we’re all artists here

you don’t have to try so hard

with your vodka and cigarettes

I’ll still stand on my head

to act nice

when I wish you were sober

that artist killed himself

and I saw you were raising money

but I don’t think

I can stand how

long you stare at me

with the sour

questions of love

when I never wanted to be here

what the fuck

was I making

at two in the morning

half naked in the kitchen

with you naked in my bed

a meatloaf or an apology cake

I can’t tell

my glasses all have salt on them

oh the horn section

is playing a dirge

but this is for me

and I can’t bear

your white nose

back in DC when I pretended

to know you

to make myself more interesting

oh you’re sober now

well don’t let me stop you

hit the last bit off the plate

and I’ll sink into the bed

and act like I don’t know

you