Linear Friendship

you did not know that too much wine makes me talkative, yet you call yourself my friend. you have never read a single line of my poetry or fiction, yet you call yourself my friend. your thoughts are an empty column. (my thoughts spill across pages, ones you have not read.) your conservative views enrage…

We Drink

we drink each Friday night: we drink to forget the dead end jobs that pay our bills we drink to laugh, though we sometimes cry we drink for courage we drink to slough off this weight we carry for people who do not have food or water or alcohol to forget. we forget for a…