By Nicholas Barnes
My PA pleaded
that I shouldn’t
drink too much
on account of my
chemical imbalance.
Hmmm curious.
Last night that
malted fizzy hop sauce
gave me a bloated belly.
Big as a bird,
full of water,
gouging with ferment.
It was 6 tallboys
+ a regular 12 ouncer.
This morning is even more
molasses than I thought it’d be.
Maybe because I forgot
to take my script anoche.
Feel like going to sleep again,
seems like a fitting reward.
Tired, tired, sour head, sour stomach.
Don’t want to do anything today
except sip caffeine, lay in bed,
& overcome the nausea.
Every time I say it’s the last time,
but you and I know that’s bullshit.
Such a shame, poisoned shame.
Nicholas Barnes earned a Bachelor of Arts in English at Southern Oregon University. He is currently working as an editor in Portland, and enjoys music, museums, movie theaters, and rain. His least favorite season is summer. His favorite soda is RC Cola.
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