Drunk enough to sweat
but not drunk enough to eat
and it goes and don't blink
and it goes in circles.

Nine in the morning,
an hour to get to work,
nine at night,
an hour to get to work.

and she said
this is perfect,
the grey blue of a 9 pm dusk,
the body temperature of this dry mountain air.

I had to agree.

and it goes and goes and don't blink,
it goes in circles