Jalapeño margaritas

Playing the board game 
I know
There are poems to write 
That aren’t 
About drunkenness 
But I am 
And everything 
I’m thinking
Seems to be
Through that lens 
It must be
For a reason 
That the glass
Which is now empty 
With a slice of lime
And bits of jalapeño 
Must be
Saying something 
If for no other reason 
Than I’m not looking
At the lines 
With which 
I started this poem
Now
I hear the music 
And my brothers 
Are arguing 
About the rules
Of the game 
I’m outside 
Of myself 
For once
Which is the key
To any god poetry 
I’ve ever written 

December 22, 2021 at 11:06PM