whiskey is my boyfriend.
he's never clingy,
never demanding,
never threatening.
he keeps me warm at night,
and throws my problems
in a little locket i keep around
my neck.
"let the morning deal with those,"
he says,
and i never object.
why would i?
whiskey and i have been
friends for years,
but i never knew how much
i needed him until the courts stepped into
my life and stuck a **** cup under my ******* ******
with a small time bomb that
has lasted a year but
feels like a millenium.
nine more days and i think
i'll tell whiskey we need a break,
just some space.
nine more days until i can
reunite with mary and molly and all
those delicious bitter pills that my nostrils
have missed so much.
i'll always love whiskey,
and i know he'll always love me,
that's why he won't be mad
when we part.
he'll just wait for me,
he always has,
and i imagine he always
will.