Drunk
a plain account
the vodka bottle
stays hidden
next to the dish detergent
•
during commercials
I shuffle into the kitchen
and take a drink
•
opening and closing
the cabinet
as softly as I can
•
if you catch me
I excuse it
•
another failed poem
my mother’s dementia
an attempt to quiet
my self-disgust
•
otherwise, it’s a celebration
my birthday
your birthday
the neighbor’s birthday
•
4pm
11am
•
there’s always a good reason
to be an alcoholic
•
you have no bad habits
•
the worst thing I could accuse you of
is flossing too much
or laughing too hard
at your own jokes
•
you’re not laughing
when I slur my words
the time I hit you with my keys
sobs from the bathroom
•
yet you still love me
when you inevitably hear
the soft tap
of the cabinet door.
About the Creator
Bride of Sound
I explore themes of altered perception, distortion of the body, and dysfunctional romance. Sometimes chaotic, attempting to control.
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Comments (1)
Oh, this is a great poem, sad, the life of a functional and secret alcoholic and those who love the person.