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