I Don’t Drink

nowadays but I got glazed

back when Karl and I lived in a stick hut

on a mountain in the woods

& drove a 1962 blue Chevy pick-up rusted

through in important places — one night

we went to a party at a rich country

house — had chintz sofas and curly

spaniels with pink tongues — not sure how we got invited —

I drank red wine, Karl too, glasses

one after the other like skittling creatures

all downy and gulp

& when we got in the truck

I laid my head in Karl’s lap

Fell to sleep

only woke when

we stopped at the bottom of our hill and saw

the road was washed out

a wide crevasse down the middle

Karl fell out the door so dizzy

he had to hold onto the fender

I laughed till I was out of breath

the night was blackish blue, no moon

not a glimmer to see. I swayed

sharply up the chill dark slope

Karl staggering behind me clutching tree to tree

until we arrived home

threw ourselves onto the horsehair mattress

in the morning we looked

at where we had walked skirting

chasms — exclaimed how we were still alive — god

protects drunks we agreed

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