my heart is in
too many pieces-

some got
lodged into
my arms,

the others
rest in my
ugly feet,

I think
there’s a
couple
in my
head;

most lay, drowned,
in my stomach,
marinating
in whiskey, wine
and beer.

I’ve referred
to many
as my
“best friend”,
but alcohol
always answers,
always stays with me,

never
wakes up
and
decides
to just
leave
me.