I’M GLAD I’M DRUNK

I’m glad I’m drunk

I need to be drunk

to tell you that I’m finished

to tell you that I’m through

but I’m not drunk enough

to tell you about the snake

wrapped around my asshole

and I’m not drunk enough

to tell you that it’s okay

it’s okay it’s okay darling

I can’t drink what I have to drink

to be drunk enough

to curse the hummingbird

and the whole fucking Creation

emanating from its iridescence

I’m going to tell you

even if I fall on my face

that I invented sky writing

I did it because I fell in love with you

and I’m not afraid of losing you