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