THIS IS A POEM ABOUT WHISKEY AND DENTISTS AND SUICIDE 8.12.17

8.12.17

It is in our tradition

to greet people

with kisses on the cheek.

But I am ashamed.

There is whiskey on my breath.

What will they think of me?

Full disclosure:

I return to you intoxicated,

hello. There are things I’ve learned.

One fact being that alcoholics cannot

stand speeches. They will cut you off

at the best part. Second, I think

I enjoy being alive.

I talked to a dentist tonight. He said:

Dentists and drug dealers have the highest rate of suicide

in the United States.

Bless his heart.

Bless that man for trying.


Written at 6:46 at night, in my office, in Agoura Hills CA. Before my sister’s birthday party. People are arriving. I have made a terrible decision to begin drinking early. Why is this so shameful?

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