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.


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