be like this:

grasping at strands

trying to pull a something closer

wrestling with a something

a something with a face

you can do nothing but remember

in a state of pure happiness

bliss with a place in you

confused by how complicated

every living thing is

but the bottle is simple

and you drink, drink, drink till it’s through

and it’s warm and true

because it’s there

and you can’t remember when it wasn’t

because you have the receipt

with the date and the time

stamped in around the price.

 

“one more, please.”

things are easier in the Spring because

you can’t remember

a difficult Spring