Just A Glass Full of Whiskey

I thirst

            And so I drink

I sip

I gulp

            And then I buzz

                        I flutter over to a dollop of pollen

                        I inhale and fly away with little crumbs

                                    Of kiss-me-over-the-garden-gate stuck to my skin

I taste

I swig

            And then I hum

                        I start a quiet song at the back of my throat

                        And make a little ditty between my sweet lips

                        I feel the song into a symphony

            So I dance and sway and dance

I dip

I dribble

            And then I stumble

                        Just a little, but enough for someone to see

                        Raise an eyebrow, shake a head

I dive

I plunge

            And I crawl to pleasant memories

                        that aren’t really there

            I smile at demons

                        imagining lost lovers

                        clawing at friends whose faces I don’t recall.

I float

            I soak

And sink

            Down. Deep to the bottom

            A smile askew

My flushed cheeks

            Hold up leaden eyes

                        Lopsided

                        With no disguising powers

                        Nothing is hidden

I steep

and my insides ooze out from the pores

I thought had been plugged up.

They seep into melted ice.

I am brewed

I hold out the glass

And offer you a drink.

AmandaEmme

2011