I fantasize about the day
I will get drunk.
I imagine the blurriness of
My eyes will swap roles with
The balance and direction of feet.
I imagine I will cry and haul out
My misery and troubles.
That rumbling will threaten my
Stomach to its tentacles knees.
I imagine the brew will introduce
Bubbles to my tongue and they
Will mate for a while before it flows
To my stomach and takes over
I imagine my mind in confusion,
Frustrated with the unfamiliar feeling,
My heart beating fast, trying to escape
The fiery burning.
I imagine I will wake up the next day,
My head heavy with regrets and shame.
I imagine I will curse and squirm at the
Thought of my mind holding on to every
Bit of memory and the cruel bitterness
On my tongue.
I imagine it will be my first and last.