Wine. I little, yes. But, still.
Too much.
Feeling like…
Too much wine.
Soon to drive.
Of course I’m good for the road.
I’ve only had a little,
Visceral.
Should my poetry be visceral?
Or can it be whatever I want it to be?
I’m not sure anymore.
That’s what the academic system has done to me.
Bastards,
Back on topic.
I am longing to read and dying to write.
I am living!
I am learning.
I am leaving, soon.
Goodbye.
Wait!
I’m not done.