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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.

He can be found online on his homepage.


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