This is far from stumble.
This is weep and kneel,
but muted,
like squeezing information from a rock.
There's catching yourself failing
and when you actually failed.
You forgot,
forgot to write it down first,
then Forgot.
You have to sit with that,
cause it was-- **** was so good.
And when you wake up
tomorrow,
at 4 pm, sober, and read
this
you'll hopefully
have a headache
and know better.
The first two lines ****, I know, but I had to start a poem.