I wrote this poem while very very drunk last night at two in the morning. Immediately, I wrote in huge capital letters across the page: “Bad Writing”. And I threw it away.

But waking up there this morning, I wanted to see what I had written. So I dug through the empty bottles of ***** in the trash to find it.

Scrawled in pink sharpie, and going in and out of cursive, something about it struck me. I liked the simplicity, the honesty, the form. So here it is.