01
Curiously,
I do not think
my garden drinks.
02
Osmosis Jones,
my god—what a character.
03
I drink.
I am drinking.
I cannot sit without
drinking,
sucking up through water
whatever I can get.
04
Locution is peculiar here.
My legs move me to the bar,
move me the wine,
move the gin into me.
05
Locution is not just legs—
I will drink if I am sitting.
I will if I can use my phone
to order someone to use
legs
to bring me something,
please,
to drink.
06
God forgive me.
I went on a date today
simply to justify the wine
after the wine
last Saturday
in Helsinki—
in the mall
where the only gay bar is.
07
God forgive me.
I wasted his time.
I wasted his cheer.
I wasted his willingness
to meet someone,
to say hello.
08
In the first few days,
why is it that plants
do not have to move
to drink?
09
Why is it that in the last days
they do?
It seems unfair.
10
I have to move to eat,
or to drink.
I have no desire to eat.
I am simply here
to drink.