I fill them up, too full in my flask
the lid falls off,
on the dance floor no less
I take it with me still, the morning after
while the mimosas are out
I let it drive me,
the windows rolled down
unbothered by the way the sun stares
that February night
wasn't cold at all
i spilled in the kitchen
and that July
in red hallways
it stained the carpet
but you place it back
in my threadbare hands
and don't scold me on the train
you say "sip up" and remember,
that's whiskey.
Oct 14, 2018
Oct 14, 2018 at 8:20 PM UTC
I fill them up, too full in my flask
the lid falls off,
on the dance floor no less
I take it with me still, the morning after
while the mimosas are out
I let it drive me,
the windows rolled down
unbothered by the way the sun stares
that February night
wasn't cold at all
i spilled in the kitchen
and that July
in red hallways
it stained the carpet
but you place it back
in my threadbare hands
and don't scold me on the train
you say "sip up" and remember,
that's whiskey.
to my brother
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