Newspoem 12 April 1996
I wonder if the guy at the liquor store knows I’m an alcoholic.
I wonder if he says “Wow. Every night at closing time that guy comes in and buys three beers.”
I wonder if he recognizes the symptoms of my control.
I wonder if he knows that I don’t start drinking until after the liquor store closes.
I wonder if he understands that this is because I can’t stop drinking.
I wonder if has seen customers like me before.
I wonder if he has started yet.
I wonder about the people who hate confessional poetry because it doesn’t point to anything systemic.
Newspoetry at Spineless Books