People talk about being drunk,
about the loosening of their tongue,
about saying things they’d never normally say-
admitting things they’d never normally admit-
doing things they’d never normally do.
Well, I never needed alcohol to admit stuff,
or do things,
or to tell you anything, really-
and maybe that was my problem. My honesty.
My inability to close my lips, burn them shut, seal them together.
Maybe, in a way, I was drunk every day.
Wobbly, tongue tied, blurting things out to whoever would listen.
Which is fine, but if that’s so, let me just say-
I think tomorrow I’m going to have one hell of a hangover.